Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.

The idea of a flip book still really appeals to me. That idea of fiction and non-fiction.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

Mockery be damned, my urine looked delicious.

I ask you, is it the fig tree's fault that it's not the season for figs? What kind of thing is that to do to an innocent tree, wither it instantly?

Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.

Christianity stretches back through the ages, but in essence it exists only at one time: right now.