It's a miracle I was able to get out of the house today. It's a miracle I'm even wearing pants, a double miracle I remembered to wear shoes.

For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.

Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.

I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.

My heart is fluid and soaring. There's no longer any space between heartbeats.

Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.

Waste today, want tomorrow.