We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

Why should I believe any of this?' It happens that fast. I say, because I think I like you. Marla says, 'Not love?' This is a cheesy enough moment, I say. Don't push it.

Because tanning and steroids are only a problem if you plan to live a long time.

The answer is there is no answer.

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

I am the cause of all my upsets. I am my worst enemy.

Love and life belongs to great risk.