Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

People die', she says. 'People tear down houses. But furniture, fine, beautiful furniture, it just goes on and on, surviving everything.' She says, 'Armoires are the cockroaches of our culture.

and i can't stand the idea of being alone. i can't bear the thought of being free.

Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It’s like stealing something valuable they don’t even know they own.

With my eyes closed, I ask if she knows how this will all turn out. "Long-term or short-term?" she asks. Both. "Long-term," she says, "we're all going to die. Then our bodies will rot. No surprise there. Short-term, we're going to live happily ever after." Really? "Really," she says. "So don't sweat it.

This deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.