The factory farm has succeeded by divorcing people from their food, eliminating farmers, and ruling agriculture by corporate fiat.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

As long as I am thinking, I am alive.

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?