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The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

The future will erase everything--there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.

Frankly, I kind of want you to be haunted by the unansweredness of the question, because I think being haunted by such things is a valuable part of being a person.