Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.

You've already decided what you're going to do, and all that's left is to set the wheels in motion. I mean, it's your life. Basically, you gotta go with what you think is right.

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

I wander though China. Without ever having boarded a plane. My travels take place here in the Tokoyo subways, in the backseat of a taxi... all of a sudden this city will start to go. In a flash, the buildings will crumble. Over the Tokyo streets will fall my China, like ash, leaching into everything it touches. Slowly, gradually, until nothing remains. No, this isn't a place for me.

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.