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1 " I'd wanted to understand how my father came to fall, but I don't think it matters anymore. Or that it matters beyond the more important truth: that my father is gone, released from himself - and that we, Key and I, are free. I feel strange. I feel something I may not have felt in a long time, if ever. It feels warm. It feels easy. It feels like control. Light streams through the windows. My father's ghosts have disappeared. And I'm breathing, steadily, slowly.I'm at peace.That's what this is. It's peace. "
― Patrick Downes , Island
2 " The house fell into disrepair. Little things at first - dripping faucets and loose doors and scummy walls, a blackgreen bathroom, the annoyances and blemishes and dirt and grime people put up with without much complaining, aware that it should be better, but with no real motivation to keep up, especially when at the center of the home there's a sense of hopelessness. "