Try to remember—even though it will often be difficult, especially as the stresses mount and the anxiety grows—none of it is real. This house of mirrors, this endless labyrinth, this elaborate con: it is a game designed to distract us from what matters. Close your eyes—and breathe slowly, deeply. Remember a beautiful moment, a meaningful embrace, the shimmer of another human being basking in your...
She wears no makeup and is lying on the rough blue carpet, and I know she used grass-scented conditioner in the morning. I rest my head on her chest and I can hear the air rushing in and out of her lungs; my head rises and falls with every breath. I climb up her body and her lips taste sweet like saltwater taffy. Her eyes are closed and she smiles, and her fingers rake through my hair and then my...