People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?
Living is very serious, very real. It is also always a game. If we are wise, it is very real, very terrible, and very lovely, and a good deal of fun.
Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.
How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.
Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?