Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.

A certain number of people have to live their lives outdoors between 8 a.m. and 8 p.m., and a certain number of people can only leave their homes between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. So basically, public life has to be lived in these shifts, in order for everyone to fit on the streets because there's just no more room for any more infrastructure, any more highways. So it polarizes the community into day people and night people, and it becomes sort of a metaphor for racism and classism.

I am nothing, and not even that.

It's exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.

Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.