“ It changes, though. I don’t know. The weight of it, I guess. At some point it becomes bearable. It turns into something you can crawl out from under, and carry around - like a brick in your pocket. And you forget it every once in a while, but then you reach in for whatever reason and there it is: ‘Oh, right. That’ Which can be awful. But not all the time. Sometimes it’s kinda…not that you ‘like’ it exactly, but it’s what you have instead, so you don’t wanna let go of it either. So you carry it around. And it doesn’t go away, which is… Fine… actually.
— The Rabbit Hole
