A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.

But the fact of it was that I liked it out there, a ruin devoid of human vanities, clean of human illusions, an empty place reclaimed by the weather where a woman plays an organ to stop the wind's whining and an old man plays ball with a dog named Duke. I could tell you that I came back because I had promises to keep, but maybe it was because nobody asked me to stay.

You aren't sure if you're making the right decision - about anything, ever.

I ... have another cup of coffee with my mother. We get along very well, veterans of a guerrilla war we never understood.

Of course, you always think about how it will be read. I always aim for a reading in one sitting.

That no one dies of migraine seems, to someone deep into an attack, an ambiguous blessing.

Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes.