I had trouble listening to adults who didn't really mean anything that they said; it was as if their language poured into my ears only to drain right out a little spigot in the back of my head.
Adults were pack rats of old, useless emotions.
One cannot spend one's entire life running into bathrooms when danger calls!
A map does not just chart, it unlocks and formulates meaning; it forms bridges between here and there, between disparate ideas that we did not know were previously connected.
A novel is a tricky thing to map.