I want to know why this is such a part of me. I want to know why this thing that happened to other people has happened so much to me. I keep looking for the lesson.

detachment, n. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.