I just don't feel good if I'm repeating myself.

I don't know how to incorporate regret. But I'll say, like, "It affected me that way," "I learned this," "Next time maybe I'll do it differently".

I think mostly the commodifying comes after I've done something that has some other value to me.

One seemed simply to be here, less an accumulation of moments than a single arrangement continuously gifted from some inaccessible future.

There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness–like how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness, and so experiences life in that hurried, worthless way one experiences a mistake–he could no longer get at.

We have been sitting here all night bullshitting and we still don’t know what to do.

I think I don't view myself as an author. I view myself as a person. I view anything as part of being a person, so I feel okay with "marketing" or other things like that.