I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it. When you travel, you put yourself out there. It's not always great. Sometimes it's terrible. But other times ... [...] It's not so bad.

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?