No Traveler Returns (Excerpt)
I was like you once, a sealed plastic bag of water filters floating on the sea.
I thought my numbers proved my time and space on earth.
I thought having children was a way of creating more love.
I thought thoughts I was ashamed to speak in case they were what everybody already thought or in case they were unthinkable thoughts nobody would dare think much less say which would blow up the world everyone else had to live in if I said them.
