ethereal

“Sometimes, when I’m careless, I think survival is easy: you just keep moving forward with what you have, or what’s left of what you were given, until something changes—or you realize, at last, that you can change without disappearing, that all you had to do was wait until the storm passes you over and you find that—yes—your name is still attached to a living thing.”

“I halt. I shut my eyes. I remember things. I once knew better times. I was the arrow in motion, the flame, intoxication, flight itself. I dreamed impossible things. I visited out-of-the-way places.”

“Darling, we will be fine; but what was yours and mine appears to me a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes. But if it’s all just the same, then will you say my same; say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks.”