confetti
I feel a bit clearer now. Everything’s been out of order. Time, I mean.
I thought for so long that time was like a line, that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another. And on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning…and the end.
But I was wrong. It’s not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or… like snow… or confetti.
-The haunting of Hill House