That was half a year and a lifetime ago. For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind, the tiny-doll selves that get stored away and ultimately buried.

“So far I've seen the life studies packet used as (1) an umbrella, (2) a makeshi…”

“Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.”

“It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.”

“That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You…”