"I was confusing familiarity with happiness. Because that
was there even when love wasn’t—the net of family, the purity of habit and
home. It was such an unfathomable amount of time that you spent at home, and
maybe that’s the best you could get—that sense of endless enclosure, like
picking for the lip of tape but never finding it. There were no seams, no
interruptions—just the landmarks of your life that had become so absorbed in
you that you couldn’t even acknowledge them."
~ Emma Cline, The Girls, 2016
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