“My life is like a house that has been built too fast and is unstable, she thought. It was built with wood but without foundation, and it trembles when the wind hits it. My house has damp and is cold from the wet hard ground; its windows are broken and hammered shut. It’s a house of little illusion. It’s a house that’s at any moment expecting to fall. Moreover, prepared to fall – having been rickety for twenty years. Nothing should surprise my house anymore. And yet I find that I find that I am still surprised, constantly.”

Tully, By Paullina Simons