It feels like we are sitting on the tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking.

“As it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt; it was com…”

“True, I'd never met him. And true, he was a fictional character. But he also wa…”

“We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the tim…”

“Imagine a world that seemed so much bigger than you. Imagine waking up one morn…”