A series of dissolves, their house, street, city, country, and finally planet, which not only dwarfs but obliterates them. - The Virgin Suicides

Cecilia’s party had never been cleaned up. The paper tablecloth, spotted with mice droppings… A brownish scum of punch… sprinkled with flies… A profusion of withered balloons hung from the ceiling… The domino game still called for a three or a seven.

The room’s changes- water bugs adhering to walls, one bobbing dead mouse- only heightened what hadn’t changed

We realised that the version of the world they had rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass, they didn't give a damn about lawns.