Dear Mom
"It's about the fact that, for some reason, when everyone else seemed to understand Eli, and I looked good on paper, I didn't understand a single thing about my own identity. I lived my life from the cockpit of an airplane I wasn't flying, just watching the clouds drift by. And with no reason to steer the plane in any intentional direction, I let life steer me. I let friends and family be the pilot, my career be the flight plan, privilege be the airplane, and alcohol be the gasoline. I merely rode along and wondered what might happen if I disrupted the most outwardly stable seeming flight of all time so I could try flying."
