Grace Undressed: dog days
Maybe we should all be crying. Maybe it’s the effort of not crying that is killing us. Maybe the tears are building in our blood until our bodies turn on us and kill us. Things are rough and only getting rougher, and the promise of relief is just enough to keep you here but not enough to cool your face. That’s how you feel in Texas at the end of the summer.
No es exactamente un dechado de optimismo, pero Grace es una escritora magnífica.