I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.

Who says there has to be a point?" He asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

Get back on that bike.

You can't make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.