ln the end, we had pieces of the puzzle, but gaps still remained. Oddly-shaped emptiness, mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts a clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

fohk:

“So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms, where they went to be alone for all time and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together”

The Virgin Suicides (1999)
Sofia Coppola