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I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
“Please, sir,” I said. “Can we please wait for Alaska?”
“And she was killed. Alaska has passed away.”
Is it so hard to die, Mr. Lewis? Is that labyrinth really worse than this one?
“Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,”
Straight & Fast.
“Straight and fast. Straight and fast. Out of the labyrinth.”
What is your cause for hope?”
“After all this time, it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out—but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.”
He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth.
If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result
But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.
