Perhaps in the back of our minds we already understand, without all the science I've discussed, that something terribly wrong is happening. Our sustenance now comes from misery. We know that if someone offers to show us a film on how our meat is produced, it will be a horror film. We perhaps know more than we care to admit, keeping it down in the dark places of our memory-- disavowed. When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

Just because you're an atheist, that doesn't mean you wouldn't love for things to have reasons for why they are.

Part of living your life is an awareness of the opportunities that can be missed and an awareness that time moves in one direction.

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.

I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember

She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

And here I am, instead of there. I'm sitting in this library, thousands of miles from my life, writing another letter I know I won't be able to send, no matter how hard I try and how much I want to. How did that boy making love behind that shed become this man writing this letter at this table?