I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.

I had hurt her feelings, I found out later; I didn’t know I had that power.

They've spent alot of money on me. I'm ashamed.

Misfortune is no excuse for cruelty.