Later that year, when snow started to hide the front steps, when morning became evening as I sat on the sofa, buried under everything I'd lost, I made a fire and used my laughter for kindling: Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
Jonathan Safran Foer
Later that year, when snow started to hide the front steps, when morning became evening as I sat on the sofa, buried under everything I'd lost, I made a fire and used my laughter for kindling: Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!