But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do
If you own a rug you own too much.
At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
They build their own Hells.
I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain