I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.

and love was lightning and remembrance

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.