We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

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.

After tiny has tried ballerina pose, swing-batter-batter pose, pump-up-the-jam pose, and top-of-the-mountain-sound-of-music pose in the reflection of the bean, he walks us to a bench overlooking lake shore drive.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.