Goldberry Long

“Empathy is just another way to talk about yourself.”

“It came to me that I was crying, a steady runoff, a bodily function like anything else the body does on its own, a beating heart, a breath[...]”

“[...] I wondered why I was acting so calm. I wondered why I didn't writhe against being inside my own body. If I could rip off my skin, I'd leave it in a bloody, shapeless heap on the floor beside the toilet, like so much dirty laundry. I'd beat my head against the wall until there was nothing left of my face, if it would get me outside of myself.”