And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.

It was amazing how these events lost their impact, translated through the flat gaze of a video screen.

I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.

Ecstasy hates company.

Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.

What we cannot remember, we must rediscover.

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.