“I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real”
“Something has happened, hasn't it? ... It's like being up close to something so large you don't even see it. Even now, I'm not sure I can. But I know it's there.”
“When I float weightless back to the surface, I'm imagining I'm becoming someone else. It's probably the decompression.”
“I'm not even sure what I want, but that's not the point - it's that I want it now.”
“Something's about to end. Or start. I'm not sure. I just know we're not in the middle anymore. It's safer in the middle.”
“I'm not sure what it is that I want, but I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. It's there sitting dormant. I'll know it when I see it.”