Twenty years earlier, in a life [Kirsten] mostly couldn’t remember, she had had a small nonspeaking role in a short-lived Toronto production of King Lear. Now she walked in sandals whose soles had been cut from an automobile tire, three knives in her belt.

Porque sobreviver não é suficiente.

Adulthood’s full of ghosts... High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.

People want what was best about the world.