We shall never meet, but there is something I want you to know. My time is not the same as your time. Our times are not the same. And do you know what that means? That means that time does not exist. Do you want me to repeat that? There is no time. There is a life and a death. There are people and animals. Our thoughts exist. And the world. The universe, too. But there is no time. You might as well take it easy. Do you feel better now? I feel better. This is going to work out. Have a nice day.

I don't want all that much. But I want to be fine. I want to live a simple life with many good moments and a lot of fun.

There are too many confusing things present. Things I know. Thoughts I have. Sarcasm. Things I think I ought to be doing and places I ought to be going. Always other places.

…I don’t wish to meet people. They disgust me. Increasingly so. But I must have milk.

I don't think I am any different from other people. I have the same dreams. I want a family. I want a house. A car. Why shouldn't I want that? Everybody does. And when I have it, I want it all to work.

The only question that really counts, must be thins one: are things getting better or are they getting worse?

Something is going to have to happen. Not necessarily something big. Just something.