Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

Viscosity and velocity are opposites, yet they can look the same. Viscosity causes the stillness of disinclination, velocity causes the stillness of fascination. An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.

A thought is a hard thing to control.

All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.

The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.

Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.