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

"I cared about the feeling that my thoughts were being dictated. I cared about the collective head, which seemed to be running a fever. But if we managed to escape, to break out of the great skull and into the fresh air, if Twitter was shut down for crimes against humanity, what would we be losing?"

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"She opened the portal, and the mind met her more than halfway."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

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

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"What, in place of these sentences, marched in the brains of previous generations?"

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"The brief and hilarious reign of the atheists ('We are all atheists where Odin is concerned!') was over and we were back to being respectful of all religions, except Scientology, which posited that there were viral clams in the mind."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"The defences we had developed against the oppressor could only be discussed in the secret room, among others of our kind, as we poured fountains of a wine that was like our shared blood and held out our hearts that were like scraped sparrows."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"The mind we were in was obsessive, perseverant. It swam with superstition and half-remembered facts, pertaining to how many spiders we ate a year and the rate at which dentists killed themselves."

— Lockwood, Patricia

Date: February 21, 2019

"But worth remembering: the mind had been, in its childhood, a place of play."

— 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