Love affair. Doesn't that sound so middle-aged? And also ill-fated. Like ill-fated is an understood prefix to love affair. Well, ill-fated is fine, as long as it's a meaty and fraught ill-fated love affair, not a pale and insipid one.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward-toward what?

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better.

How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.