“ LeavingHe stood backlitby windows full of winter,a shade thrown over his face.What a waste, I thought.What relief. Jameson Fitzpatrick
“ And my pack so light I’m sure I’ve left something behind—but only my worry, and only for a moment. Jameson Fitzpatrick
“ We must love one another whether or not we die.Love can’t block a bulletbut it can’t be destroyed by one either,and love is, for the most part, what makes Us Us—in Orlando and in Brooklyn and in Kabul… Jameson Fitzpatrick
“ Still, his apartment has that dreamlike qualityof feeling like home though I know it’s not. Not mine anymore — but how many people get to visit the past without hurting anything?To come back and drink… Jameson Fitzpatrick
