It was the thumbprints of human imperfection that used to move him, the flaws in the design: the lopsided smile, the wart next to the navel, the mole, the bruise. Was it consolation he’d had in mind, kissing the wound to make it better?

“Después de tanto tiempo juntos, ambos tenemos la cabeza atiborrada de esas adve…”

“I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small s…”

“I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do t…”

“The question about the page is: what is beneath it? It seems to have only two d…”