My life was about to change forever. I had said goodbye to him, and we knew, just like that: we would never see each other again. I had gotten onto that plane with a dress in my bag for his funeral, but he never could keep his promises. Although it was not the goodbye I was expecting, it felt like a death all the same.
And all at once the pattern was revealed to me, with the speakers blaring through neon signs, the faces all reminiscent of the wisdom and smoke drenched echoes from last night, last year, last life: there is nothing new under the sun.