The forces of air travel are virtually unknowable and immense, and we ourselves are small. I find a sort of peace in that.
She is the page on which the story is written. Her body is a crime scene, and the victim of the crime, and the perpetrator of a crime, all at once.
“How do I teach her letting go, when my hands are still gnarled in the shape of everything I’ve ever lost?”
“The symptoms of anxiety and the symptoms of a haunting are so similar.”