It is the theory which decides what we can observe.—AE

At some point that year they renounced activities that assumed the existence of a viable future.

The way I like to look at a photograph is to imagine that the person who took it knew that this was the last thing they would ever see.

One afternoon as he was stealing wifi behind the public library a dog ran by and licked his hand. Later he realized that in those 15 seconds he already loved the dog more than he would ever love himself.

The generative power of creation is limitless and inexhaustible, but I am limited—and exhausted.

Is the thought worth the effort it would take to express itself in words?

Tonight R. called from California. He was shouting over loud voices and sounds of things breaking. I mentioned a dream about Dad. Somehow R. seemed embarrassed by this confidence. He quickly changed the subject to an incident in high school when someone had blamed him for something he hadn’t done. After all these years, he still seemed pissed off about it.
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He gave me a toll-free number for government auctions of cars and boats confiscated from drug dealers. Mercedes $300. BMW $250. He seemed unnaturally concerned that I write it down.
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Later it occurred to me: R. doing coke again?

Zoom out, insignificant. Zoom in, grotesque.

The inbred entitlement of the once-attractive.

Beneath the rage, fear
Beneath the fear, sadness
Beneath the sadness, love

Second saddest thing in the world: letting go.

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