there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.

I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.

I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean?

I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.

Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.

That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.