God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.

I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.

If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.