i had a dream about you last night, because i read on that stupid website about how your bike got stolen. which made me realize that i didn’t know you had a bike. did you have a bike when i knew you? i don’t think so. i don’t remember it if you did. it was such a short time, really. that time we were together could fit tenfold into the amount of time that’s passed since...
sometimes i feel like i get flashes of how I’m going to feel in 30 years about decisions I’ve made. or about things that have just happened to me. i try really hard to concentrate and stay still but they always slip away.
I always do the wrong thing. I do the wrong thing so much that the times I...– Lorrie Moore (A Gate at the Stairs)