No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave there is absence of consciousness. And God, she reflected, ordered the grave ; for all of us. But God didn't order such burrows in a third-class New York City hotel.
Cornell Woolrich
Deadline at Dawn
1944
painting
Kenton Nelson
reblogged from Hobnobnoir
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