{She} considered mentioning…how she, to, was all alone. But it didn’t matter. So many stupid ways to live and die. She felt a shift inside herself at the thought, a letting go…she had reached a limit now and was moving into something new

{She} considered mentioning…how she, to, was all alone. But it didn’t matter. So many stupid ways to live and die. She felt a shift inside herself at the thought, a letting go…she had reached a limit now and was moving into something new (Michael Knight, Eveningland: Stories)