One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second

Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.

Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.

Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].