What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.
I'm always happy," Sasha said. "Sometimes I just forget.
...water laughing softly down a black stone wall.
Sometimes I imagine myself looking back on right now and I think like where will I be standing when I look back Will right now look like the beginning of a great life or... or what
It's finished. Everything went past, without me.
The answers were maddeningly absent—it was like trying to remember a song that you knew made you feel a certain way, without a title, artist, or even a few bars to bring it back.