2 Quotes by Zhanna Slor

There’s this smell that only exists inMilwaukee in October. The thin smoky jet of laundry after the rain. Wet leaves half-drying, half getting wet again. Open PBR cans,cigarettes, leather. A mix of youth and nostalgia, of losing somethingas you’re living it. The feeling, both terrifying and comforting, that life would alwaysbe exactly like this.

My parents were really into the whole “American Dream” thing when I was growing up. They didn’t know that by the time we could attain it, the American Dream had morphed into something else entirely, and no one could pinpoint what it was anymore. But maybe that was the whole point. In America, the dream is whatever you think it is.