The best thing about God was all the money.

No idea
Who the fuck knows
It’s anyone’s guess
Fuck if I know

The sole perspective that I may have, that you may not have, in your privileged existence, is of time.

Last week we had dinner together for the first time in 20 years. In the long run, gravity always wins.

In the space of a few months your hair and clothing begin to fall awkwardly on you—or maybe you just begin to notice.

I know where this is going.

These are the facts. These are the trees. You are the wind.

His grand opus, a masterpiece of omission.

This found bit of scrap metal is better than this tossed-off sketch, which is better than this elaborate story.