We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.

There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.