Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears.
Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.
Perhaps all human interaction is about wanting and getting.
I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.
If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.
Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.