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Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.
~Lydia Netzer
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Photography by Lisa Eventide
Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.
~Lydia Netzer
Lydia Netzer, Shine Shine Shine
Still lost. Maybe the other side of his partnership was still out there. Perhaps it was purely hypothetical, like a plane of symmetry in the universe, or the density of a black hole, or love.
Lydia Netzer (How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky)
It’s more like every electron in every atom in the universe paused, breathed in deeply, assessed the situation, and then reversed its course, spinning backward, or the other way, which was the right way all along. And afterward, the universe was exactly the same, but infinitely more right.
— Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
So much sadness, concentrated into one person, can make a darkness no one wants to touch.
Lydia Netzer (How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky)
I put my arms around him and pull him close, and I feel how big he is, and how alive, and how good he feels being there with me, just another human being that I happen to love.
Lydia Netzer (How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky)
She knew that this love wasn't only the sweetest thing that had ever happened to her, but that it was the sweetest thing that had ever happened to anybody. I didn’t even know how to want this, she thought. And in the end, it didn’t even matter, because he came to her, whether she wanted him or not.
Lydia Netzer (How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky)
The feeling of being filled, of being whole, of never again having to save herself from death, of never having to wait, alone, through dry years of work, was a more wonderful feeling than she would have thought herself capable of having.
Lydia Netzer (How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky)