Whenever you get something in this world, you lose something too — that's just the way things work.

The ritual of our daily lives permeate our very bodies.

To the extent that I had come to understand that despair does not necessarily result in annihilation, that one can go on as usual in spite of it, I had become hardened. Was this what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities? I didn't like it, but it made it easier to go on.

Things are just things. They can't bring back the dead. it just makes me feel better.