And maybe I can let go of the sting and resentment of the path not taken, because the path not taken isn't just the inverse of who I am. It's an infintely branching system that represents all the perm...
At least there was another human being to share the weight of this crushing knowledge.
Back home, he’d often wake in the middle of the night to feel her arm thrown over him, her body contoured to his. Even on the hardest nights. Nights he’d come home late. Nights they fought. Nights he’...
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out.’ Robert Frost wrote that.
But after absolute loss, it still continues. What? You. Consciousness. There is life after hope, you know.
But those other realities don’t really exist. Actually, they’re just as real as the one you and I are experiencing at this moment. How is that possible? It’s a mystery. But there are clues. Most astro...
Children who bring their children to visit us in nursing homes. We go on about how it used to be—the extinct and glorious slowness of life and other artifacts: The pleasure of eating real food, seeded...
Devlin and I will take our chances on the run. They rode on in silence, speeding west toward Phoenix now, a massive, distant glow on the horizon, like a city on fire.
Everywhere Ethan looks, lights are coming on inside houses, the air becoming fragrant with the smell of suppers cooking. Through cracked windows, he hears clanging dishes, indistinct conversations, ov...
F. Scott Fitzgerald line: Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Fifteen years ago, before we met, Daniela was a comer to Chicago's art scene. She had a studio in Bucktown, showed her work in half-dozen galleries, and had just lined up her first solo exhibition in...
He dismounts his albino steed, the horse’s pinked nostrils flaring, dirty mane matted with ice.
He figures she must contain a carbon core. A soul as hard as a diamond. So what happens when a diamond finally breaks?
I think he’s trying to preserve our way of life. For who? Us or him?
I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how could I not? Until everything topples, we have no idea what we actually have, how precario...
I would rather die today than live in that sick illusion of a town for one more hour. Like prisoners. Like slaves.
If I represent the pinnacle of family success for all the Jason Dessens, Jason2 represents the professional and creative apex. We’re opposite poles of the same man.
If you go in with fear, fear is what you’ll find.
It is the lonely hour of the night, one with which he is all too familiar—when the city sleeps but you don’t, and all the regrets of your life rage in your mind with an unbearable intensity.
It isn’t married-people lovemaking that follows. We have fumbling, groping, backseat-of-the-car, unprotected-because-who-gives-a-fuck, protons-smashing-together sex.
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