Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night? You see how fast reality fades away?

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

The tiny space, the toilet, two hundred strangers just a few inches away, it's so exciting, the lack of room to maneuver, it helps if you're double-jointed. Use your imagination. Some creativity and a few simple stretching exercises and you can be knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. You'll be amazed how time flies.

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

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.

It's funny how the beauty of art has so much more to do with the frame than the artwork itself.