There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.