Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.

Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was. Sometimes I feel ensnared in this, as if no matter what I do, what will come has already been fixed.

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

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

People around the world were moving from one place to another. No one was staying.

It is unrealistic to think you can have an inflexible identity that never has to give or take or make compromises.

The animals are those things that God likes but doesn't love.