Droplets, droplets: we are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path.

“I'm glad the choice is made for us. I'm glad I don't have to choose-but more th…”

“I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds;…”

“It's a bummer in some ways, since she never surprises me by making up my sheets…”

“That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.I…”