I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.

I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.

I used to love to draw things that made me laugh or made friends laugh. When I was 13 or 14, I started thinking, This is what I like to do more than anything else.

I think when you really love something, you notice the minutiae.

My life is so boring that your brains are going to melt and come out of your eyes.

Grime is not like messiness or some fingerprints on a cabinet; it takes a long time to accumulate.

I think maybe to survive, I mean to just get through the day - I'm not saying that everything is hilariously funny.