“I looked out the window and thought about pills and letters and lunch tables and things I could never define. But it might not have been about defining anything. It was about recognising that pain existed and deserved to. What I tried to understand wasn’t the point. The point was that I tried to understand it.”

“I looked out the window and thought about pills and letters and lunch tables and things I could never define. But it might not have been about defining anything. It was about recognising that pain existed and deserved to. What I tried to understand wasn’t the point. The point was that I tried to understand it.”

— Whitney Taylor