A theory is a battlefield in your head.

It feels like everything's been decided in advance that I'm following a path somebody else has already mapped out for me. It doesn't matter how much I think things over, how much effort I put into it. In fact, the harder I try, the more I lose my sense of who I am. It's like my identity's an orbit that I've strayed far away from, and that really hurts. But more than that, it scares me. Just thinking about it makes me flinch.

It's my motto for life. 'Walk slowly; drink lots of water.

What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

You have to wait until tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.