"You think I didn't notice the kaleidoscope of confusion and aching deftly painted on your face? You thought I'd overlook the way your fingers brushed your jaw as you tried to make sense of this mad world? You assumed I couldn't see the way your eyes dripped with melancholy as you stared past everything? Oh, but I did. I always do."
-WE ALL COMPLETE / Rachel Bushong / September 2014