Recursion

When a person dies, he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past . . . All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.

—KURT

But in person, it never feels right. He can’t bring himself to say what’s in his heart, which always feels clenched and locked up, encased in scar tissue. The awkwardness doesn’t bother him like it used to. He has made peace with the idea that part of life is facing your failures, and sometimes those failures are other people.

This low point isn’t the book of your life. It’s just a chapter.”

“I know everything feels hopeless to you in this moment, but this is just a moment, and moments pass.”

When every memory contains a universe, what does simple even mean?

Over breakfast yesterday, he suggested they start a book club

A high-school dropout. And only thirty-four years old

Maybe she didn’t have False Memory Syndrome. Maybe this bitch was just crazy

She doesn’t want to tell him, but the chair is still years away. Light-years away.

“I’ve only known you a few minutes, and I will be devastated if you do this. Think about the people in your life who love you. Think how they’ll feel.”