Everything ends. Perhaps I am responding to what I often consider the reassuring bluntness of describing everything that happens after what other books or lives might consider the last chapter—in this case, a divorce. I, personally, like to have reminders that I’ve changed my life before and can do it again. I might make it worse—again—but I can definitely change it. There was a storm. But when I picture happiness, half-awake and pretending I’m only dreaming, I still want what I want: to believe I am living a life without interruption.