I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

“In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know …”

“She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn’t g…”

“But there are people you know, and there are people you have a connection with.…”

“She loves the way Vic looks, using the world debonair instead of dapper.”