“It felt a littlel less like a game. A trick. A trap. <\STRIKE>”

“The day it happened, the week after it happened-those were not times I wanted to go back to. How I felt like I was trapped in a chamber of my own noise. Sitting in class and not being there at all. Sitting in a chair and fragmenting at the same time. Clutching to the random facts. Thinking the concept of a fact was itself a fiction. Because we live in a blur. All of us live in a blur.”

“I had always felt that mittens were a few steps back on the evolutionary scale-- why, I wondered, would we want to make ourselves into a less agile version of lobster.”

“Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.”

“Back to the present.I found you in my locker the next morning.Not you.A photograph.But for a moment, it felt like finding a body,It felt like findingwhat you I needed to be found.”

“This is the trap of having something to live for:Everything else seems lifeless.”

“Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.”