Status Updates From My Year Abroad (Random Hous...

Sometimes, when we’re out at the shopping center or supermarket, I’ll catch a glimpse of some dark-haired figure and drift in that direction, my tongue caught, my lungs bucking, and try to call forth his name. But I can’t, and it won’t be him”

“you could only guess whether things were waxing or waning in this existence, and that the best we could ever do was commemorate any beauty”

“I liked the idea of the final measure of a person being what one person would say while holding nothing back”

“I could feel her leg before I heard it, the melodies reaching down my spine and warming my vertebrate”