I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

The world of American politics is more contentious than it has ever been in my lifetime.

Your folks are god, you love them and you want to make them happy but you still want to make up your own rules.

Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn't glitter and shine.

Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.

I really believe it's the moments we can't talk about that become the rest of our lives. It's the moments we can't process by telling a story that destroy us in the end.

Dude, the place is filling up," I say. "It feels like we're living in the bottom half of an hourglass." Like somehow we're running out of time.