But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.

Disappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters. Wonder if he's for sale. People are afraid to merge. To merge.

By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world.

We buy balloons, we let them go.

I had dreamed of something so different from what reality was now offering up, but that dream had been a blind man's vision. That dream was a miracle. The morning was fading. And I remembered yet again that I was a tourist here.

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

I don't know why I write what I write.