All the books on my shelves, when I would go to them to look for help with my anguish, they all just seemed so crass. They didn't get it. Those books don't understand. Nobody understands. The universe, nobody understands my agony, or my questioning, and it's this shift in what in the world around us could possibly be meaningful or helpful.
Phil ElvrumAll things in the world are singing a song, reciting a poem, inaudibly, to their surroundings, to the things they encounter.
Phil ElvrumWhenever I get a tweet that's trying to promote a thing someone cares about, I'm like, "how annoying!"
Phil ElvrumI learned how to sit on the couch in front of the fire and read a magazine, just for like eight hours a day, every day. It was... crazy.
Phil Elvrum