History is sinking and only a very few seem dimly aware that things are getting bad.

People just... disappear," he says. "The Earth just opens up and swallows people," I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. "Eerie." Kimball yawns, stretching. "Really eerie." "Ominous." I nod my agreement. "It's just"- he sights, exasperated- "futile.

Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.

Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

Baby, when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did.

There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.