I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.

Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn.

We use such big words to move nowhere.

I feel strangely normal.

there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.