She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice. I have always been grateful for technology, but now it feels as if there's a little hitch of separation woven into any digital interaction. I want to be there, and this scares me. All my usual disconnected comforts are bieng taken away, now that I see the greater comfort of presence.

And yes, Holden would keep those kids from falling off the cliff, but WHO WOULDN'T? Does she think I would just fold my arms or give them a pat on the back before they sailed headfirst to the ground? We are all catchers, and it's sad that she doesn't see it. Instead she sees the PHONINESS, she deplores the world even after I point out that I am in it.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.