Alice turned on an audiobook and wrapped herself in a blanket. She closed her bathroom door and sank to the ground. The vinyl cabinet felt solid behind her, and seconds searching in the dark found her tablet. She paused, her face illuminated by the lock screen. For a moment it hit her, everything she was avoiding; just as quickly it was gone. She entered her password and downloaded Pinterest. Her actions were rote.

  Alice opened the app, then a folder: Wisdom, philosophy, and esoteric nonsense. The screen was a field of text and grays. She pressed on the first post.

  The man of Tao remains unknown. Perfect virtue produces nothing. ‘no self’ is ‘true self’. And the greatest man is nobody. - Chang Tzu. She swiped

  “People are still good, mostly” she said

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  “Not from what I’m hearing” he said.

  “Love is quieter than gunshots. But there is more of it.” she swiped

  Sometimes happiness means doing strange things with weird people. she swiped with a smile

  “Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat” – Sun Tzu. She swiped

  An intelligent man finds almost everything ridiculous, a wise man hardly anything. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. She swiped

  Occasionally it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to. She moved the post to the section called ‘metal’ and swiped.

  “I thought same color meant same taste.

  Tangerines, oranges, and the sun. Citrus.

  When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men used knives for oranges, she became God.

  I imagined what she could do with the sun.” – JP Infante, Yasica, Puerto Plata. She swiped.

  Latibule: (noun) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort. The roof collapsed.