The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why's, you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete.

There's nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

I climb into the dark for you
Are you waiting in the stars for me?

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.