But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.

That’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.

Why I'm not where you are ...

What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?

We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.

What if I never stop inventing?