My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

Everything's uglier close up," she said. "Not you," I answered.

It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep... Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

I know what happens a the end of falling-landing.