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.

I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.

It is strange to hear your mother talk about being human because, honestly, it's too easy to forget.

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.

My mother tells me I do not chew my food enough; she says I am making it harder for my body to get the essential nutrients it needs. If she were here, I would remind her that I am eating a blueberry Pop-Tart.

I was camped at the same site as her: Broughton Farm. She came over to my tent and showed me her blisters. She asked me whether I knew the reason why a blister can keep on producing fluid ad infinitum. I said that I had always wondered the same thing about mucus. One of the reasons we are together is because we have similar interests.

After that, we had a short conversation about how your body can sometimes seem totally separate. She said her body can feel like a distant bureaucracy controlled by telegrams from her brain, and I said my body is sometimes like that of Mario Mario, being controlled with a Nintendo joypad. Mario's surname is Mario.