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 had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.

I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise.

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

But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.