I Think Maybe I Know Why,' She

It's More Impressive," I Said Out Loud. "from A Distance, I Mean. You Can't See The Wear On Things, You Know? You Can't See The Rust Or The Weeds Or The Paint Cracking. You See The Place As Someone Once Imagined It.

I’ve Always Sort Of Preferred People Who Are Not Entirely Likable.

What About The Rest Of Your Life?" She Shrugged. "what About It?" "aren't You Worried About, Like, Forever?" "forever Is Composed Of Nows," She Says.

What Matters To You Defines Your Mattering.

As Lives Go, I'll Take The Quietly Desperate Over The Radically Bipolar.