" Back at my door, there’s a jumble of emotions. Relief. Defeat. A finality. I’ve been spat out of a dream I’d been deemed unworthy of. I stagger up the stairs blindly, collapse into my room, and cry. Horrible, unimaginable sobs. I sleep for hours and wake up with a tiny reprieve that shatters when I realize where I am. "

― Mary H.K. Choi , Permanent Record