It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.

It's more impressive," I said out loud. "From a distance, I mean. You can't see the wear on things, you know? You can't see the rust or the weeds or the paint cracking. You see the place as someone once imagined it.

And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.

All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.

I even tried to tell myself to live my best life today.

It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.