I watch the Eruptions. Mount Dad, long dormant, now considered armed and dangerous. Mount Saint Mom, oozing lava, spitting flame. Warn the villagers to run into the sea.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.

Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.

I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.

He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.