Last night as I was trying to read as much as I could, I read these lines:
When I am on my game clinically, I can be astute. I can take almost invisible threads from a patient's life, almost undetectable affective lint from a patient's story, and weave the wisps of psychological reality into a lifeline that can guide her back to the place and time where the fabric began to unravel.
I think that's a nice use of lint in literature! Paints a nice picture.
How are you doing? Have any lint stories to share?