Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly.

If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.

Listen. I may not be much, but I'm all I've got. Maybe you need a magnifying glass to find my face in my high school graduation photo. Maybe I haven't got any family or friends. Yes, yes, I know all that. But, strange as it might seem, I'm not entirely dissatisfied with life... I feel pretty much at home with what I am. I don't want to go anywhere. I don't want any unicorns behind fences.

Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?

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.