How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?

Daddy is trying really fugging hard to think of a not-terrifying reason why you'd wake Daddy up in the middle of the night to ask that fugging question. But no. No. Daddy does not have a match or a lighter.

Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.

It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.

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

He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.

Nothing really ever happens like you imagine it will.