I love you present tense,” I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, “It’s okay, Gus. It’s okay. It is. It’s okay, you hear me?” I had—and have—absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Okay,” I said. “Okay.

The internet is necessarily public. It can be filtered-public or censored-public, but it necessarily has to be open and available.

Maybe all the strings inside him broke.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes.

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

He missed her like crazycakes.