Years were passing through the spaces between moments.

They learned to hate her unknowability, her untouchability, the collage of her.

They do not desire anything more than everything they have known.

I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

It shouldn't be the consumer's responsibility to figure out what's cruel and what's kind, what's environmentally destructive and what's sustainable. Cruel and destructive food products should be illegal. We don't need the option of buying children's toys made with lead paint, or aerosols with chlorofluorocarbons, or medicines with unlabeled side effects. And we don't need the option of buying factory-farmed animals.

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.