I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

“What happens if we become adults waiting for a band that’s never coming back?”

“I am a grenade," I said again. "I just want to stay away from people and read b…”

“Don't tell me you're one of those people who becomes their disease. I know so m…”

“Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not e…”