I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

The best thing about time passing is the privilege of running out of it, of watching the wave of mortality break over me and everyone I know.

If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.