It is terrible to have to ask for anything ever. We wish we were something that needed nothing, like paint. But even paint needs repainting. - Miranda July

My eyes fell on the gray linoleum floor and I wondered how many other women had sat on this toilet and stared at this floor. Each of them the center of their own world, all of them yearning for someone to put their love into so they could see their love, see that they had it.

We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.