The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.
My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating.
Cling to your insecurity, in this world, it's the only thing you can be sure of.
My worst personal problem is that my computer doesn't understand me.
I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.
Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.