He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort it is to share readings and experiences. How lucky we are when we get to be alone together.

Why is it upset? Shouldn't it be downset?