I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.