You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.
The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.
Someday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today.
But it was smell that carried memory.
She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldnโt have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?
So far, sheโd been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris