'I looked down at the book in my hands. It was worn, the corner edges curling and the cover hanging on by a single shard of paper. I flipped open to the page where I left off. The words were still there, still startlingly focal like I had taken a yellow highlighter to them. “We live as we dream - alone”. I traced the sentence with my eyes, feeling completely understood by a dead writer.'

- Aug. 2009