the story of nature itself, ever-inventive, making one thing out of another and one thing into another, and nothing lasts and nothing’s lost, and nothing ever perishes, and things can always change, because things will always change, and things will always be different, because things can always be different.
Ali Smith in Girl Meets Boy, a joyful, rushing roar of a book, which was hugely comforting at 3.15am, in the midst of a sleepless night. Read it. It’s wonderful.
(Actually that was 80 words but who’s counting? The book is a hymn to the power of evading expectations. Now it’s 101)