Everyone wants everything to be nice but nothing will ever stay in place. None of our lives occurs two or three times in the restful way they should, like national holidays. We are filled with this longing larger than a goal or object. What if we said in unison, “Oh I miss you and am lonely for you,” with the understanding that no one knows who the you is. The world wants to intrude. A forlorn pause.
from Robert Glück’s Elements of a Coffee Service