Manguso

At It's A Grind I also read a book of short fiction by Sarah Manguso, part of a three-volume set comprising a recent McSweeney's release. This is 52 of the 81 pieces in her volume. I wouldn't really call most of it fiction at all, just observations:

The entire morning passes but I'm already tired of all the old themes. In the afternoon, still we love and are unloved, still we understand no one, still we and our love will die, still reality is hard to admit and harder to escape, still the essential moments are unexpected yet nothing is new, still we were wrong about the past but the future is about to begin, still things make sense, still there is but one reliance.