Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.
Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.