It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.

Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.

It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.

Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what 'friends' are any more, but that might be close.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.