L.A. burns, and so many other cities smolder, waiting for the hose that will flood gasoline over the coals, and we listen to politicians who fuel our hate and our narrow views and tell us it's simply a matter of getting back to basics while they sit in their beachfront properties and listen to the surf so they won't have to hear the screams of the drowning.

There's something ugly about the flawless.

You've learned that every good lie is threaded with truth and every accepted truth leaks lies.

We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Die together.

What molds us is what maims us.

Happiness comes in moments, & then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness settles it.

And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.