How High We Go in the Dark

by Sequoia Nagamatsu

it didn’t seem like anybody else noticed or cared that we kept making the same mistakes, that hate in a neighborhood or injustice in a state ran like poison through veins, until another ice shelf collapsed or another animal went extinct.

Everything is connected, she’d say. And I’d tell her, You’re only one person and you only have one life.

the real world, people comfort themselves with ignorance, politics, and faith, but here in the domes only hard numbers matter.

I asked her how people find love with the right person when a life seems so small, when the rest of the world seems so far away, barely able to hold itself together.

sometimes people and places serve a purpose for a finite amount of time to help you think and grow and love and then you move on.