It’s very sad, really: all my life, I’ve been praised
for my intelligence, my powers of language, of insight.
In the end, they’re wasted—
when a living thing is hurt like that,
in its deepest workings,
all function is altered.
—louise gluck, “the untrustworthy speaker,” ararat, speaking on how once upon a time we had a hope for being functional human beings and then midnight memories happened and now :(