They're Just Memories Now. Time To Write

But What Humans Forget, Cells Remember. The Body, That Elephant

I Want An Ending That’s Satisfying. I’m More Of A Classical Writer Than A Modernist One In That I Want The Ending To Be Coherent And Feel Like An Ending. I Don’t Like When It Just Seems To Putter Out. I Mean, Life Is Chaotic Enough.

To Start With, Look At All The Books.

Scars Crossed Her Welded Wrists.

The Only Way We Know It's True Is That We Both Dreamed It. That's What Reality Is. It's A Dream Everyone Has Together.