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Take a right on Ridley. If you forget me, then you’ve gone too far. Turn back.

If you find yourself trapped inside a dimming world, remember it was always this dark inside the body.

Maybe in the next life we’ll meet each other for the first time— believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of.

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?
I miss you more than I remember you.

They will want you to succeed but never more than them. They will write their names on your leash and call you necessary, call you urgent.

The truth is one nation, under drugs, under drones.

Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the millionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, “It’s been an honor to serve my country.”

Even if color is nothing but what the light reveals, that nothing has laws, and a boy on a pink bike must learn, above all else, the law of gravity.

He loves me, he loves me not, we are taught to say, as we tear the flower away from its flowerness. To arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration. Eviscerate me, we mean to say, and I’ll tell you the truth.

I had a choice, a craft, whether he ascends or falls depends on my willingness to make room for him, for you cannot rise without having something to rise over. Submission does not require elevation in order to control.