Are you ever afraid to go to sleep? Afraid of what comes next?” He smiles a sad little smile and I swear it’s like he knows. “Sometimes I’m afraid of what I’m leaving behind,” he says.

my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.

Fred is officially the mayor of Portland now.

The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind, the tiny-doll selves that get stored away and ultimately buried.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

Mice? Fine. Flying mice? Not so fine.