I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

The consequences of being un-cool feel so big that a lot of times you end of not finding ways to have open and honest conversations.

The five of us walking confidently in a row, I'd never felt cooler. The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were invincible. The plan may have had faults, but we did not.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.