As if in a world this ugly, falling in love could ever be a bad thing. Sometimes even deciding on a preposition takes too long. Or a semi-colon. A dash. God forbid...«Guillemets». I have punctuation feelings. I'm still looking for a genre. A Forgetting Device. Sending starships.
"Pieces of us get divided," I tell you, "Over time, with experience, division. Some of us haven't been as divided as others. Some of us are slightly more whole than the rest. We learn to live with how much we have left."