Older teens tend to write to me and say, 'Thank you for not writing down to teenagers.'

I don't know when they first had feeds. Like maybe, fifty or a hundred years ago. Before that, they had to use their hands and their eyes. Computers were all outside the body. They carried them around outside of them, in their hands, like if you carried your lungs in a briefcase and opened it to breathe.

You need the noise of your friends in space.

You made her apologize for sickness. For her courage. You made her feel sorry for dying.

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

And I realize that the decision to be human is not one single instant, but is a thousand choices made very day. It is choices we make every second and requires constant vigilance. We have to fight to remain human.

Then it was this big thing. She was like, 'I never want to see you again', and I was like, 'Fine. Okay? Fine. Then get some special goggles.