“
The art spills into the space between the exhibits. A field of metal
sunflowers. A pool of melted crayons. A curtain of water, as thin as paper,
that leaves nothing but mist on his glasses, an iridescent shine on Addie’s
skin.
The Sky, it turns out, lives inside a tunnel.
”
”
V.E. Schwab (The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue)