“Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.”
“A migraine is the cockblock of writing.”
“one man's windchimes are another man's migraine”
“I learned that every tree fights for sunlight in the canopy, but this happens so slowly that the combat looks like peace.”
“It can happen like that. It can build slowly. It can come like a gentle rainfall, or it can slam into you like a tsunami. You are my tsunami, love.”
“That no one dies of migraine seems to someone deep in an attack as an ambiguous blessing.”