The door had swung open. I had gone in. The room had no floor. I had fallen and fallen and fallen. But I was alive.And that night the cold stars made a constellation from the pieces of my broken mind.
Jeanette Winterson
The door had swung open. I had gone in. The room had no floor. I had fallen and fallen and fallen. But I was alive.And that night the cold stars made a constellation from the pieces of my broken mind.