Bunker Complex

It’s my mother’s job to answer the question of how I got here; it’s my own job to say where I’m going, and all I can really say is that now that I’m in my late thirties, unmarried, and irregularly employed, I have come to realize that merely remaining alive is more of an achievement than I expected.

—Swell by Corwin Ericson

She has form,” he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - “that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.

—Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale And The Rose

Leaning in, he kisses her on the cheek. Like an old acquaintance, she thinks. As though there had never been any passion, nor love, nor rage, nor anything much, just some traces of innocuous familiarity between them. Live long enough, it seems, and every fire can burn itself out.

—Robin Black (If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This)

Moorehead is one of those sad people who go into teaching so they can be worshipped by the only people sadder than they are - students.

—Josh Lieb, I am a Genius of Unspeakable Evil and I Want to Be Your Class President