You Spend Your Whole Life Stuck In

And As Paralyzing And Upsetting As All The Never Agains Were, The Final Leaving Felt Perfect. Pure. The Most Distilled Possible Form Of Liberation.

Great News For Someone Is Always Bad News For Someone Else

Imagining The Future Is A Kind Of Nostalgia.

The Part I Enjoy Most Is Not The Doing, But The Noticing.

How About I Call You When I Finish This?” “but You Don’t Even Have My Phone Number,” He Said. “i Strongly Suspect You Wrote It In The Book.” He Broke Out Into That Goofy Smile. “a Nd You Say We Don’t Know Each Other.