I don’t know what you’re feeling, I won’t even pretend

Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.

You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.

In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptinesses mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn't name.

girls forbidden to dance would only attract husbands with bad complexions and sunken chests.

Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.

They're just memories now. Time to write them off.