I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

I'm really glad that I spent my twenties messing around and having disaster after disaster - with people who were doing likewise - because it's really my greatest treasure now.

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

Dude, the place is filling up," I say. "It feels like we're living in the bottom half of an hourglass." Like somehow we're running out of time.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

Screenwriters get paid a hell of a lot more money but their level of frustration seems to be so high that I don't want that.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.