It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.
Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.
Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it.
...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.
At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful.
...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.