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

Because for that day, I really did become Lulu. Maybe not from the film or the real Louise Brooks, but my own idea of what Lulu represented. Freedom. Daring. Adventure. Saying yes.

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.

And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

It's like the piano and the cello are being poured into my body, the same way the IV and blood transfusions are. And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take anymore. Until I cannot be like this a second longer.