But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best.

“The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to co…”

“You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you…”

“But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, yo…”

“I'm really interested in the idea of anomynity and familiarity. And sunglasses,…”