"No, the sadness is under the thoughts. It’s like when you’re on a camping trip, and it’s really cold, and you put on extra socks, and an extra sweater, but you still can’t get warm, because the coldness is in your bones." "Do you hope to get away from it?" "Not anymore. But I hope to come to peace with it."
I have the least anonymous hands ever. It was nice running into Brandon on the train today. This was really a much more hopeful and happy conversation than these little bits let on!!