Watching in disbelief as the unthinkable becomes inevitable.

The one thing you have in common:
desperation.

He’d finally reached a minimum level of accommodation to his perception of reality.

That dreadful moment when you realize you’re despised.

Affliction and disease present the greatest advertising opportunity in the history of mankind.

Your long-awaited genius grant; your self-designed modernist house; your late career retrospective; your fond encomiums from friends and colleagues: zero, nada, zippo, zilch.

There’s the chair she sat in, facing the door, hoping for a visit.

A grey, windy, wet morning—beautiful and alive in a way a more perfect one could never be.

Hope is not your friend.

After his death many of his journal and notebook entries were found to have the notation “FE.” His final post, in its entirety, was “failed experiment.”

He said, with exaggerated sadness, as if embarrassed for me, your work is very earnest. 

We had no money then, and what little we had we spent on drugs. Back when we were still friends. Before I annoyed you, and my hair looked like shit.

Only through cat gifs can we subdue our fear of death.