Sophia Worth
I Write Plays That Never Get Put On Stage
Some Things I Think Everyone Should Read
“Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
I touched the Universe—
And back it slid—and I alone—
A speck upon a Ball—
Went out upon Circumference—
Beyond the Dip of Bell—
-Emily Dickinson