The only way my head was going truly somewhere else was to travel to a different life and not a different airport.
Funny how you dig yourself into a hole by the teaspoon.
The secret is that there is no secret.
I am in flight from my story every day, and it dogs me like a faithful stray.
The existence of other people is essentially awkward.
Children live in the same world we do. To kid ourselves that we can shelter them from it isn't just naive it's a vanity.