It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.
Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?
Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.
I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.
I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.
The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary facing the world was where to put all the parties.