“We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.”

“It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”

“It's strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”

“It is strange how we hold onto the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.”

“I liked the idea—that we left pieces of ourselves everywhere we went, coloring all our important places.”

“The distance we set between ourselves and the events of our past life, which reduces their scale, the backlog of things we failed to notice at the time, the logic which connects them, which back then was invisible, the light shed on them by the epoch they belong to, which mankind already considers a moribund piece of history, their ultimate strangeness, which makes us look back on the person we were as though they were a different being, all these things conspire to turn our past into a dream.”