In the same way you can never go backward to a slower computer, you can never go backward to a lessened state of connectedness.

How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It's a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before.

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.

I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?

The Internet has made me very casual with a level of omniscience that was unthinkable a decade ago. I now wonder if God gets bored knowing the answer to everything.

If cats were double the size they are now, they'd probably be illegal.

Beware of the corporate invasion of private memory.