You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

Through all the windows I only see infinity.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)

My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.