Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there's no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing's wrong.

Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous.

...I want to grab her collarbones as if they were handlebars.

I spin around on the swivel chair and look up at the ceiling; Oliver being Oliver being Oliver being Oliver. I am suddenly aware of the separation between my-actual-self and myself-as-seen-by-others. Who would win in an arm wrestle? Who is better-looking? Who has the higher IQ?

There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.

Exercise II. Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous. I have written an example to get you started: Dear Diary, I spent the morning admiring my skin elasticity. God alive, I feel supple.

Depression comes in bouts. Like boxing. Dad is in the blue corner.