But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated.

“There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and hol…”

“it's weird how much people change. for example, when i was a kid i loved all of…”

“Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second whenI let my guard down,…”

“We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.”