Claire decided she'd rather stay in a cocoon, at least a little longer. 

 Time wore away memory until it was as smooth as sea glass. 

 The young wanted to kill time; the old to preserve it. 

 In the twilight, the dancers looked like ancestral spirits returned to reclaim what they'd lost. 

 There are some of us who solely exist in the space between dreaming and waking when these two worlds coexist and they're called artists. 

Weekends held no joy for gig workers. 

 Most of Greg's conversations were with ghosts.