She Seemed Like Just Another Passenger Until The F Sixteen Pilots Called Her Eagle One And Everything Changed

again. They were not a symbol of anything I had lost. They were a record of something that had happened, that was still happening, that had apparently not finished happening despite my best efforts to arrange for it to be finished.

I put them back in my pocket and picked up my backpack from where I had set it down and walked toward the exit.

Monday was continue reading …