If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.

To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole.

The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.

He has to find more and better ways of occupying his time. His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he's been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what he does with it.

So much better to travel than to arrive.

Social media is called social media for a reason. It lends itself to sharing rather than horn-tooting.

It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.