Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.

I’d discovered, after a lot of extreme apprehension about what spoons to use, that if you do something incorrect at table with a certain arrogance, as if you knew perfectly well you were doing it properly, you can get away with it and nobody will think you are bad-mannered or poorly brought up. They will think you are original and very witty.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.

In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

How many different deaths I can die?

Talking about my fears to others feeds it.