I didn't have any vices before the Internet. There are a lot of cracks in the day, moments where you don't know what to do next, so you have a little hole where you look at your phone. You want something that will mean you're not alone in that moment.

I wondered if i would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself.

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

That's the artist's job, really: continually setting yourself free, and giving yourself new options and new ways of thinking about things.

I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.

It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human sound.

... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.