“We packed our trunks and suitcases, prepared for our natural and necessary moves away from home. Outwardly, we breathed sighs of relief at the somber comfort of growing up. Inwardly, we held our breath and tried to stand as still as possible, afraid we might be the only ones who didn’t yet feel the promised call of adulthood.”
“I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.”
“Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?”
“Romance is a tender kiss with a lingering promise of more to come.”
“It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.”