We come back to the same people to learn something about how we have changed. We want to be assured that we have changed. We so want our pictures to paint differently than they do.

I had the feeling she was going to say something big. One of us had to say it. What happened to us? Where are we going? It was like this silence between us was frozen...

There is a certain strength in being alone.

I’m supposed to be a man but I can’t help thinking no one ever showed me what that is supposed to look like. Maybe that is why I ride the middle all the time—never offending...