Then: I google "time-series visualization" and start work on a new version of my model, thinking that maybe I can impress her with a prototype. I am really into the kind of girl you can impress with a prototype.

...I can’t stop squirming. If fidgets were Wikipedia edits, I would have completely revamped the entry on guilt by now, and translated it into five new languages.

There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.

I sit up straight and do the first thing a person is supposed to do in an emergency, which is send a text message.

Your life must be an open city, with all sorts of ways to wander in.

Kat bought a New York Times but couldn’t figure out how to operate it, so now she’s fiddling with her phone.

You know, I'm really starting to think the whole world is just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.