Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.
Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.
The Internet, which seems now so embedded and personal and crucial to our lives, isn't at all - we really shouldn't think of it that way.
You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.
The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history.
I knew each person's delusion, the places their records had scratched, where the sounds repeated.