Did he also instruct you not to bother calling me ahead of time to let me know the feds would be rolling up in my world? Or was that all you? You think I had some obligation to— Courtesy, Ethan. Court...
Because as fucked as everything is, there is no place I’d rather be than with this Daniela, this Charlie. If one tiny thing were different, they wouldn’t be the people I love.
Almost fifteen months he’s been gone, and every day I wake up, I still don’t believe this is really happening.
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Thought. He
You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.
Why would I seek out a world like that? Why do people marry versions of their controlling mothers? Or absent fathers? To have a shot at righting old wrongs. Fixing things as an adult that hurt you as...
Whole Foods smells like the hippie I dated before Daniela—a tincture of fresh produce, ground coffee, and essential oils.
Whole Foods smells like the hippie I dated before Daniela—a tincture of fresh produce, ground coffee, and essential oils. The
What a miracle it is to have people to come home to every day.To be loved.To be expected.I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how c...
Was there even a point to the creation of books and art when humanity lived on the precipice of extinction?
Thudding racket of the rock crushers pulverizing ore. The sound of the stamps in operation is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them—Christmas and tragedy.
They say all art—whether books, music, or visual—is a reaction to other art.
There’s a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential.
There is no decent place to stand in a massacre.
The box isn’t all that different from life. If you go in with fear, fear is what you’ll find.
So we all embark wondering what lies over the horizon, what’s around the next bend. And isn’t that, in the end, what drives us?
She’s cut off by a burst of fire and a muted report not quite as loud as a naked gunshot.
She loved at light-speed. No hesitation. No regrets. No conditions. No reservations. While he hoarded his chips and held a part of himself back, she went all in. Every time.
Never saw our friends or family. We were forced to marry. That didn’t turn out so bad, she said. Bob held his tongue as he drove through the heart of the curve.