What about you?" "Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.

But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.

Telling a story in a futuristic world gives you this freedom to explore things that bother you in contemporary times.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.