But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

Usually my ideas are small.

Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.

The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.

The worst thing about religion was religious people.

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.