We Think That We Are Invincible Because

Barnacles On The Container Ship Of Consciousness.

I Knew That I Would Know More Dead People. The Bodies Pile Up. Could There Be A Space In My Memory For Each Of Them, Or Would I Forget A Little Of Alaska Every Day For The Rest Of My Life?

That Was Part Of Her, And You Used To Know It. It's Like Now You Only Care About The Alaska You Made Up.

I'm Sorry. I Know You Loved Her. It Was Hard Not To.

I Do Love You And What Else Matters But That