The Elephant Vanishes

“Women are like salmon: In the end, they all swim back to the same place.”

“He was a worm, and worms get stepped on.”

“It had been raining that day from morning to night—the kind of soft, monotonous, misty rain that often falls at that time of year, washing away bit by bit the memories of summer burned into the earth. Coursing down the gutters, all those memories flowed into the sewers and rivers, to be carried to the deep, dark ocean.”