Maybe when I get in the grave, things will be beautiful.

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?

I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.

I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt