My only wish is that we leave room for hope. There is good and bad in all things. We find what we expect to find. We see what we expect to see. I have learned that if I tilt my head just right and squint, the world outside is beautiful. The future is bright. There are good things to come.

It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.

Ever since I was twelve, I dreamed of being an author. I just never had the fortitude to see any of my stories through to completion. I would start a book, get a few chapters in, and grow bored or get distracted by something else.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.

Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.