A poem doesn’t come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means.

My own mask stayed just where it ought. I’ve had lots of practice.

Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I’ve never fainted and I don’t intend to.

It wasn't quite a question. It was more of an invitation to tell him whatever I chose. Eldric game me a choice, and it was this that made me want to tell him everything.

He’s harmless, poor thing. That’s what everyone said. It was true, but who cares? Lots of people are harmless, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them.

Meaning. If you're going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.

Thoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you don’t know how you got from one to the next.