The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

By Edgar Allan Poe

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.

By Jack Kerouac

I meditated on my childhood, vague and distant before high school, where Laura still flickered only on the edge of things.

By Hannah Lillith Assadi