At this current juncture I am a fucking loser. I am know it all who knows nothing. A fucking senile young person. Beautiful and useless to my own cause. Fuck. I don’t wanna die but it’s looking like the best option.

That’s the power of literature, you know, it can act like little love letters between people who can only explain their feelings by pointing at other people’s.

| Fredrick Backman

There’s a word in Hebrew—malkosh—that means “last rain.” It’s a word that only means something in places like Israel, where there’s a clear distinction between winter and the long, dry stretch of summer. It’s a word, too, that can only be applied in retrospect. When it’s raining, you have no way of knowing that the falling drops will be the last ones of the year. But then time goes by, the clouds clear, and you realize that that rain shower was the one.