Do you do that a lot? Move on?" "Maybe. But only because I travel a lot." She taps put a beat on the steering wheel, audible only to herseld. "Or maybe you travel a lot because it lets you move on." "Perhaps." ........ I look out the window. The jungle is everywhere. I look back at her. "Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.