Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.

You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't there different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don't go on top of the love. Maybe it's like a map, and they all have their own place, and then when you see it from the sky - whoa.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

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

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