Moon

“I miss the way we told each other the same stories as if we'd just remembered them. And the way we'd play along, asking questions to get all the details we already knew. I think it was so we could still recognize each other even as we changed. Like a snake is the same snake even after shedding its old skin. But now we are just the stories. You. Me. All of us. Just the raspy husk of ourselves.”
― Anne de Marcken