She closes her eyes.
From inside the box, she screams.
I thought maybe it was him.
Was that too much?
I might know something.
Everything is far from here.
What if memory fails?
Flyers taped to the painted cinder-block walls.
She begins to laugh.
She wants to believe that’s true.
She has arrived, at least.
We’ll sleep, I said again.
The same song was still playing.
I need to slow down.
I was as happy in that moment as I had ever been.
It was terrible wine but it didn’t matter.
We were on a narrow street in the city center.
I just want to remember this forever.
Keep going. And watch your step.
Terrible, in fact.
A hard wind was blowing.
She smiled nervously and made no reply.
Okay, you had your chance.
Tell me what you think it means.
I might not have noticed.
I guess it’s true what they say, that no person is an island.
Life goes on, and so do you.
Much of this makes us happy.
But, what did I find?
Is there enough food for the goldfish?
Everybody wins.
That’s just how it goes.
Time keeps coming, whether we like it or not.
It’s not that simple, obviously.
So yes, the adult brain can change.
Freedom and independence, yay!
A grown-up approach to happiness.
Maybe you should learn some self-control?
We all mature in our own way and at different rates.
I’m staying in to read a book!
I’m afraid there’s no easy answer here.
There are many ways in which we can be made happy.
Funny how things turn out.
It takes your system a while to return to normal.
And once again, this got me to thinking.
Problem is, the world isn’t fair.
We only have limited information to go on.
Through the years to come, she’d remember these days of calm.
It was about to say something if she only watched hard enough.
It was so beautiful, it wanted to speak to her.
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