Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things. I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the dealio—you’re a train and I’m a trainstation and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.