... nostalgia was once thought to be a mental illness or a physical affliction; for me, it was both.
Nobody special had come around to replace Duane, and she was moping, going to bed alone every night with a box of Velveeta and a fork.
I used to play a game where I imagined that someone had abandoned me in a strange place & I had to find my way back home-I thought I could do it blind, the same way a lost dog might trek a thousand mi...
We all had dreams, regrets, accomplishments, people we'd loved and disappointed, and at some point, for each of us, those earthly concerns would fall away, our lives replaced in an instant by darkness...
