Longing on a large scale makes history.

Clouds are no deterrent. Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light.

I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next. But I will spend the rest of my life in this living space writing these notes, this journal, recording my acts and reflections, finding some honor, some worth at the bottom of things. I want ten thousand pages that will stop the world.

The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire.

I felt myself getting whiter... What does it mean to become white? How does it feel to see Death in the flesh, come to gather you in?

If the world is where we hide from ourselves, what do we do when the world is no longer accessible? We invent a false name, invent a destiny, purchase a firearm through the mail.

We need time to lose interest in things.