But It's Not About Knowing. It Is

This Was What True Fear Was--that You Could Never Know Other People, Not Completely. That You Were Always Just Guessing Blind.

This Was What Being Cured Was Like: Like Being In A Fishbowl, Circling Always Inside The Same Glass.

The Story Of Solomon Is The Only Way I Know How To Explain. And Then, In Smaller Letters: Forgive Me.

It's Connecticut: Being Like The People Around You Is The Whole Point.

Love Is A Kind Of Possession. It’s A Poison.