The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

There's no reason whatsoever to drink eight glasses of water a day unless you, for whatever reason, particularly like the taste of water

I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.

That tastes like hope feels.

History doesn't have a curfew.

She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.

I like to build places online where readers can have productive conversations about books.