Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.

We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. ... We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.

Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt - less and less sharp and biting into you.

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

What would it be like to live in a library of melted books. With sentences streaming over the floor and all the punctuation settled to the bottom as a residue. It would be confusing. Unforgivable. A great adventure.