On days, like today, that seem uneventful and very ordinary, everything seems to become hyper exaggerated. It may be that days like this only appear that way (exaggerated) because I constantly expect too much of myself and my surroundings...or imaginative(?)
At any rate, I got a chance to sit and read a little in one of the very tasteless student lounges and soak in the nutrition provided by the following sentences.
His chewed-up food dragged the words down into his throat. (p.g. 130)
As I was waiting for the elevator I felt as though I'd left my body and been parceled out among the mailboxes fixed to the wall. (p.g. 122)
He shoved his wineglass to the middle of the table, looked at me with long, narrow eyes, fixed so hard the corners looked like keyholes. (p.g.103)
At the market they were called blood lilies...Red stems, leaves, blooms, each plant to its very tip was a hand full of ragged flesh. (p.g.129)
The Appointment by Herta Muller
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