It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.

The whole world was out there, but I was in my mother's arms, and I didn't know it yet.

There are degrees of obsession, of awareness, of grief, of insanity.

I wonder what would happen if I stopped walking, if I let the crowd fill up the space between us. Would he notice? Would he wade back to find me? Or would he keep going, because forward is his destination and I am not?

I kept wondering then — I'm still wondering now — if there was a time when she realizes that something was going wrong. Inside her, I mean. when she could feel herself slipping away, something new creeping in. If she could have stopped it, or if it just... happened.