She sat at the window of the train, her head thrown back, one leg stretched across to the empty seat before her. The window frame trembled with the speed of the motion, the pane hung over empty darkness, and dots of light slashed across the glass as luminous streaks, once in a while.

except that the legends say the Magratheans used to manufacture planets.

I felt just the way Billie Holiday sounded, like I’d cried all I could and it wasn’t enough.

Let me just be in the ground. Let me just be in the ground and go to sleep.

Written By Joan Didion

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