You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.

To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.

When God is a father, he is said to be elsewhere. When God is a mother, she is said to be everywhere.

My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead.