I want someone to pinch me so I can feel something, anything. I'm sick of this numbness, of feeling so alone and outside of everything, but I know it….

I am wandering inside, wandering through my past, trying to see if there is a place there strong enough to hold me..

We are alive. We are human, with good and bad in us. That's all we know for sure. We can't create a new species or a new world. That's been done. Now….

(B)ut who can start over when memories never leave you? —Ruth Mendenberg.