What urge will save us now that sex won't?
I was hesitant to approach people. I'm socially awkward. But I was working on a number of memorials, and finally it dawned on me: These are memorials to people who wrote, so I should use their writing. That's how I started to quit.
Savor kindness because cruelty is always possible later.
The most profound things are inexpressible.
It's fun wandering around other people's minds.
The epiphany for me was that I wasnt a writer, and I had to do something with these texts. I put them in the streets as posters.