“Sometimes, I feel like there is so much inside of me that I do not know how to operate, how to work and speak like any other being. Sometimes, I feel nothing at all, like someone or something has completely drained every ounce of life inside my bloodstream, no different from those who live 6 feet under. And I do not know which is worse.”

I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.