I don’t believe in god. There’s no proof he exists. In a world where there isn’t even proof of the future, the past exists. Even if it’s tainted with misunderstandings and delusions, if the people themselves believe in it, the past is the truth to them. And, if you base your actions or your life around it, in a way, it’s a type of god itself.

I am who I am and there’s nothing wrong with that. The days continue like they always have. They bring neither excessive desire nor despair. Nothing’s changed. Yet I’m overwhelmed with a sense of fulfillment. I’m right here. You’re over there. If I’m your savior, then you’re mine

For us, the playground of fiction is just as important as reality

In my hometown, the sky seemed endless . . . but there was nothing to see.

If you truly want to escape the ordinary, you'll simply need to keep evolving. Whether what you seek is above or below.

The world isn't as bad as you think.

If reality is as equally valuable as fiction, then you should just chalk up the parts of the past you don’t need to your imagination