Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

Scared isn't a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used.

Funerals...are for the living.

The world is broken, and all our attempts to fix it will inevitably fail, and some day all life will be extinguished from the planet and there will be no one to remember that any of us ever did anything. But this fact, strangely, does not delegitimize hope, because every now and again we find evidence that hope is helpful. This evidence, in my opinion, should be celebrated-even as we lament and fight the devastation.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?