The Old Lena Is Dead.

As Steve Draws Me Closer To The Band, All I Can See Is A Frenzied Mass Of Seething, Writhing People, Like A Many-headed Sea Snake, Grinding, Waving Their Arms, Stamping Their Feet, Jumping. No Rules, Just Energy - So Much Energy, You Could Harness It; I Bet You Could Power Portland For A Decade. It Is More Than A Wave. It's A Tide, An Ocean Of Bodies.

I’m With Julian,” I Say At Last. This, After All, Is What I Have Chosen.

But You Can Build A Future Out Of Anything. A Scrap, A Flicker. The Desire To Go Forward, Slowly, One Foot At A Time. You Can Build An Airy City Out Of Ruins.

They’d Already Taken Her From Me Once. I Didn’t Want To Lose Her Again.

Hate Isn’t The Most Dangerous Thing, He’d Said. Indifference Is.