Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden.
We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.
why human beings despise what is beautiful and good, and seek to destroy the things they need the most
I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.
'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?
I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. Diagonal People.