I fear that this is what long term relationships are all about, at base: full-time role-playing, memorized and inhabited.

A matter, as the famous book intoned, of finding the shade of the parachute that best complemented you. But really: With no parachute at all you’d hit the pavement so hard it probably wouldn’t even...

It’s decidedly bizzare, when the Worst Thing hppens and you find yourself still conscious, still breathing.