They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Aww!' "

It's weird to see a friendship reduced to "stuff"

When you thought we were done being friends you gave me back my stuff.  Who does that?  Why did it have to be instantaneous and so painful?

In the years of friendship that we've had you felt that by returning a few thing could mark "the end". How odd.

Anyways, stuff is working out now, I suppose.