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“Only if time exists as we experience it. Which we know it does not. Without time, eternity loses its bite.”

I think we desire unity because we have felt it before and we want to feel it again. It’s our natural state.

Yash’s mother perches on the edge of the chair Sam was sitting in. She’s so small and brittle now. Pain turns women into birds, I think. I don’t want to turn into a bird in a hospital hallway.

Before Jack got sick we used to travel. The boys loved going to hotels like this, racing down to the room, fighting about whose turn it was to unlock the door. We got room service. We played cards on the bed. We always stayed in one room, two double beds, and I’m not sure I was ever happier than when we were all together in a hotel room.

I often wondered if we saw things in the same way—not in a figurative sense, but literally. Did he see colors the same way? What if blue to him was green to me? What if I saw colors he couldn't imagine? Wouldn’t that explain so much? We tasted foods differently. Heard sounds others didn’t. Maybe it was more than perception that caused that. Maybe at our core, the world existed in two very different realities.

Had Bitsy known her? Rocking the pink bundle alone in the nursery, I began to think we all knew her. Maybe she had a cleaning schedule taped to the fridge. Maybe she got tired of ironing underwear. Maybe she woke in the night and sat in the shadows, wondering if dawn would break like it did each morning. Or if, just once the moon would blanket the sun and we’d bask in continuous darkness. Or maybe that was just me.

…I’m suddenly the sort of person librarians recommend books to…

“What if you don’t feel like doing laundry on a Tuesday?”

“Feel like it?” She squinted as if she had never considered the possibility, before sighing at my inexperience. Ineptitude. Indolence. “The point is so you don’t have to think about it. You just do it.”

What a blessing not to think.

“I take forever to wash my dishes - trying to make time mean something.”

“We love complaining - it’s weirdly empowering.”