That's the question, isn't it?" you said one night. "Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death.Anything.Something.Nothing.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

I have always been aware of how I break.I know what kind of situations will break me.I know what kind of people will do it.I know how much it will hurt.

Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory.It is not a moment.It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

You existed. You existed now as a fractal.Definition:A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole.Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal.Maybe we were all fractals.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.