Finished reading: The Sleep Tight Motel by Lisa Unger 📚
It’s solid and heavy in my hand, a well-made thing. Which is notable in a world of shoddily made plastic junk that falls apart, gets discarded and swept into the ocean, only to be replaced by more junk.
We cling to our ideas of people, don’t we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.
The serpent, the jaguar, the vampire, they glamour.
“We’re dead far longer than we’re alive. Why not celebrate? Why not tell ourselves a story about what comes next?”
The body wants what the body wants, and sometimes the heart and mind are nowhere to be found.
People doing wrong to each other, to themselves. When will we figure it out?