My problem with saying goodbyes is that my mind can’t seem to grapple with the concept of not seeing someone ever again. It rejects this notion entirely and says no, this can’t be goodbye forever. How can someone who means so much to you leave your life so entirely? They can’t. These last couple of days have been difficult. After spending four months with a person, it’s hard to imagine that this is now the end. So that’s why I haven’t been saying goodbye. All of my closing salutations have involved a promise to see them later. Because if I can do that, or at the very least plan to, then it’s not the end. I know that eventually it will be but at least it’s not now.
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.
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a strange arrangement
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