…soldiers on the battlefield of consumerism, armed with vinyl-covered checkbooks and quilted handbags. — Gillian Flynn

You can’t be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it’s always waiting to return. Like the world’s sweetest cancer.

We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can’t recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn’t immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial.

She already has the righteous, eye-rolling cadence of a conspiracy crackpot. She might as well wrap her head in foil.