"During the few hours a month I spend in the diner assuming my identity as an anonymous stranger, I am given an opportunity to imagine who I am and who I could be. This practice is liberating and daunting, permitting me to dream in a way I've never allowed for myself as myself."

"My brain felt like the choppy scrambled eggs in my pan. They tried to be over easy at first, but broke unsalvageably during the flip. Continuing to break up the yolky mess and pretend I wanted my eggs scrambled in the first place was the only option other than throwing them away and starting over completely."