by Allegra Hyde

“I doubt we talked about Italian Renaissance painting as we walked down the gravel path away from the library…but surely there was talk, miles of it in an instant, like a fast train that kept picking up speed, passing scene after blurry scene as we raced toward a destination we didn’t know, couldn’t know, on that first day, a day that contained all our days together and all the days after that, because your soul knows everything about a new love before you do.”

-Hilton Als, “Finding a Family of Boys”