"There are degrees of obsession, of awareness, of grief, of insanity.  Those days and nights in the motel room I wished each of them against the other.  I tried to make sense of what had happened, but each time I came up short.  Each time I thought I may have understood, some line of logic snapped and I was thrust back into not knowing.

It's a dark place, not knowing. 

It's difficult to surrender to. 

But I guess it's where we live most of the time.  I guess it's where we all live, so maybe it doesn't have to be so lonely.  Maybe I can settle into it, cozy up to it, make a home inside uncertainty." 
-We Are Okay by Nina LaCour