“I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.”

“I felt my voice had fallen through and through me, and I couldn't summon it back to tell him or myself anything at all.”

“I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.”

“I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.”

“Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrigated field, I felt myself blossom and grow with new vigor. He was the sun, and the tenderness he showed me was life-giving water. ”

“... I looked through the car's rear window for a final wave, and it felt like someone had invaded my chest and squeezed all the juice out of my heart until it was a tiny dry sponge.”