Date: April 11, 2018

"The perpetual fog that clouds his thinking has not lifted an inch; if anything, it is becoming ever more impenetrable."

— Boot, Max (b. 1969 )

Date: February 9, 2019

"When I imagine his brain, I imagine a bug zapper in a drizzle. Bzzzzzzzzzzt. Fzzzz. Bzzz fzzz bzzzzzzzzzzt."

— Senior, Jennifer

Date: February 21, 2019

"A few years ago, when it suddenly occurred to us that the internet was a place we could never leave, I began to keep a diary of what it felt like to be there in the days of its snowy white disintegration, which felt also like the disintegration of my own mind."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"Previously these communities were imposed on us, along with their mental weather."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"Gradually it had become the place where we sounded like each other, through some erosion of wind or water on a self not nearly as firm as stone."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"It was a place where she knew what was going to happen, a place where she would always choose the right side, where the failure was in history and not in herself, where she did not read the wrong writers, was not seized with surges of enthusiasm for the wrong leaders, did not eat the wrong anima...

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: November 14, 2019

"If you're just well enough to drag yourself to your place of employment (your thoughts still a sound cloud of distress, but the volume on low), or if your depression takes the form more of an itchy sweater than a leaden dentist's apron (which is to say, anxiety), you are forever and always perfo...

— Senior, Jennifer