Find me, the note reads. He embarks on what he believes is a quest that will end with sex. Eventually he’s more celibate than is comfortable.

I grew up in a neighborhood of assholes. We laughed at the misfortune of others. Then the city built a highway and we moved away. Among you.

The roads converged somewhere near the horizon. That puts things in perspective, she said sincerely. And he realized it would be a long trip.