Yes, A Dark Time Passed Over This

But Everyone Disappears, No Matter Who Loves Them.

I Had Forgotten That, And So Many Things. How Could I Put Everything Down On Paper? It Seemed Impossible. No Matter What, The Majority Of Life Would Be Left Out Of This Story, This Sliver Of A Version Of The Life I'd Known. But I Tried Anyway.

It Is No Way To Live, To Wait To Love.

When You're In Your Twenties In A New City Where No One's From Here, We're All Sort Of Orphans. The Only People That You Can Count On Our Bunch Of People That You Work With And That You Know. You're Only As Good As The Reliability Of That Latticework.

It Was Just An Idea I Had, That It Could Be Cool To Have A Book Covered In Fake Fur.