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Stories are complicated, memories are merciless, our brains only store a few moments from the best days of our lives, but we remember every second of the worst.

It doesn’t matter if life is long or short, it isn’t time that’s the problem, it’s the speed. Far too much happens when you’re alive, everything goes so damn fast, how are you supposed to have time to be a human being?

The basic function of a parent is just to exist. You have to be there, like ballast in a boat, because otherwise your child capsizes.

It’s the incomprehensibility of death that drives people mad, so that we forget how to breathe and how to walk, until we spew whole nights stumbling about in dark rooms, calling and calling, trying to understand how there can be a phone number that no longer belongs to anyone.