The more complex the organism the more objectionable its putrefaction.

With art, he said, it’s not the thing that’s the thing, it’s the thing behind the thing.

Empty page: infinity.

Courage when you have none
Endurance when you have none
Patience when you have none
Kindness when you have none

Change is coming, more than your tiny brain can imagine. My one satisfaction is knowing it will take you by surprise.

For the past three weeks he’d remained in his apartment, reliving old humiliations and hate-watching Love Actually. Rent was due tomorrow. His thoughts, increasingly, centered on death, disaster, failure, madness. But mostly he was just scared.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee.

A tiny miscalculation, compounded daily.

He survived by expecting almost nothing while accepting almost everything.

Passing the funeral parade, he noticed a woman in dark glasses stopped at a red light, weeping without consolation or restraint. How he envied that dead man.

Everything is of its time. How glorious; what a pity.

It had taken her three days to process his words, and now she couldn’t breathe. It was like she was drowning—drowning in air.

51/49, 50% of the time.