Having nothing to lose is the new wealth.

You can spend your whole life building a wall of facts between you and anything real.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

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.

For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked.