Maybe in the next life we’ll meet each other for the first time—believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of. Maybe we’ll be the opposite of buffaloes. We’ll grow wings and spill over the cliff as a generation of monarchs, heading home..

everything feels heavy, it doesn't matter where I am, and I (have to) decide to breathe 

he explained that once to me, breathing, the way a ventilator makes your body forget how to breathe, he said, and I remember how I thought that can't be precisely correct because it suggests you had to learn how to breathe in the first place but breathing is automatic, I thought