Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.

Dying makes everyone weaker, subject to painful insight, and not always insight into any kind of special truth - it's just the approaching end that makes people want to believe they are seeing something in the line of a great revelation.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

The whole point of wearing a disguise was to be seen wearing her.

been there done that, bought the t-shirt" Chapter 2