" Come in for a close-up,” the director said to the cameraman. “Stand straight, dammit,” he told me. “Don’t move.” The camera came about six inches from my face. The director stood up and came toward me, squinted. “You always got zits up there between your eyebrows?” “Only sometimes,” I answered. I tried to look at him, but the lights were too bright. It felt like I was like staring into an eclipse. “Your eye’s messed up, you know that?” he asked. “Yeah, it’s a lazy eye.” “Work on that,” he said. “There’s exercises for that.” He sat back down. “Now be sad,” he said. "

― Ottessa Moshfegh , Homesick for Another World