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

Some cleric putting a match to her. /Neither of them looks happy about it. /Once lit, she'll burn like a book, /like a book that was ever finished, /like a locked-up library.

All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.

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.

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

People cry at weddings for the same reason they cry at happy endings: because they so desperately want to believe in something they know is not credible.

The threat to the planet is us. It's actually not a threat to the planet - it's a threat to us.