In bed that night I asked him: When will we know if this was a bad idea or not? Should we already know? Because now it feels good.

I felt like I was presenting a radio show about travel to an uninterested audience.

It was raining a weird, humid mist

At some point the company had been bought out by Google, and now they all made hilarious salaries and worked in a building with expensive hand dryers in the bathroom.

he kissed me. I felt feverish and stupid, like a thirsty person with too much water suddenly pouring into their mouth.

The red brake lights of the car in front surfaced through the ice like a memory.

Lights reflected garishly on the linoleum and people chatted and smiled, as if standing in the lobby of a theatre or university rather than a building for the sick and dying.

Nathan’s physical closeness had a sedative effect on me, and as we moved from shop to shop, time skimmed past us like an ice skater.

We were predictable to each other, like two halves of the same brain.