Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn't entirely grounded in your own mind.

You made me lose my appetite, Boomer." "My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.