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

We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

Everytime he brushes me with his fingers, time seems to tether for a second, like it is in danger of dissolving. The whole world is dissolving, I decide, except for us. Us.

And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.