Jonathan Carroll. White apples (№ 19170)

If something that we hold dear is damaged, we can't look away from the cracks or dents. The first deep scratch on the new car, the first obvious lie new lover, hole in the mosaic panels in place of tiles. We always knew it was inevitable, but secretly believed that I would be able to avoid such a misfortune, to Dodge, to cheat fate. Sometimes the impact fails to mitigate, but whatever had been ravaged thing, an attitude, a feeling - it will never be the same. Never.