that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

That's when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they're over they still go on, even after you're dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on into infinity. They are everything and everywhere all at once. They are the meaning.

And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me

I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.

It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.

I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble into each other, heads down, hoping to avoid collision. I...wonder how many people are clutching secrets like little fists, little rocks sitting in the pits of their stomachs. All of them, maybe.