“I feel strange. Nothing’s resolved. You can’t fix the past. But still— It’s like the memory—at least this one—was the beach at the end of the day, messy with piles of sand and holes and footprints—and now it’s the morning, and it’s all still there, but smoothed out. For now. Nothing’s made right—you can’t change the past—but somehow, something has still been remade.”
Book:Against a Wall