Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.

That's good. I was worried. Of course, I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. I'd hate to think they were obvious to anybody else. Especially at the swimming pool in the summer.

So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?