Everything is gone. And it`s not so much the material things. It`s just ... that`s home.
As you grow older, you`ll find that you enjoy talking to strangers far more than to your friends.
It`s really been rough. We just moved in a house with me and my kid, and everything is gone.
The woods were wild at nightfall. She heard dim crashing and splashes and the bark of a dog, and through the gaps in the trees was a mottled sky of fading pink and grey discs, microbes moving toward the west. She had almost gotten away but not in time and now leaving wouldn`t save her. She lay down on the deck with the woods all around her.
There must be something beyond love. I want to get there.