There are so many ways to go wrong. All we've got are metaphors, and they're never exactly right. You can never just Say. The. Thing.
Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.
One area I have a huge amount of trouble in is writing about myself. I get a heavy, almost depressed feeling.
...water laughing softly down a black stone wall.
Real computers scared me; if you can find Them, then They can find you.
It's finished. Everything went past, without me.