“You, sitting there, across time and space, are reading my mind right now. Can you take a moment and really think about how amazing that is? We are ultimately alone, destined to know each other imperfectly for the short duration we’re here, yet charged with this near impossible mission to love, understand, and forgive. Through that haze, we end up with words, platonic concepts of table, of ache, of dog and of boat, of solace and hope, that get us through these days and nights.
Sometimes it feels like everyone I know is just a little bit psychic. Projecting their thoughts into this permanent form, straight through the spaces and into the hearts and minds of their loved ones, into the hearts and minds of strangers who have yet to become loved ones, of strangers that will pass through unchanged.”
— Narci, On Fairies, Fireflies, and Chemical Writer’s Block
(Note: I do not have ADD, and it is not my wish to appropriate that experience in posting this; I have spoken with the author and she has given me her permission to reprint this quote.)
