What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

Please think of me like an endangered species and just observe me quietly from far away. If you try to talk to me or touch me casually, I may get intimidated and bite you. So please be careful.

This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.

Everything just blows me away.

Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me.