Sleep—when there’s nowhere else to go.

The things that always made me cringe are what I miss the most. Awkward or naive comments that were evidence of her sweet nature, eager to engage, that I wish I had embraced.

How could something so wonderful even come to exist?

never not trying too hard

In an early draft she referred to him as “recessive to the point of nonexistent,” but then later edited him out.

People seldom remembered having already met him.

Our lives flew by. Days piled up and were plowed under.

In the dream a doctor told me I was going blind. I ran out into the street, just seeing.
In total, these pictures represent three seconds of my life. Maybe some day you’ll find them. My three seconds. My last will and testament.

Change is coming, more than your tiny brain can imagine. My one satisfaction is knowing it will take you by surprise.

When the anguish of youth meets the resignation of age.