Why did we try so hard, why did we care? We never learned to play the game. We didn’t even know there was a game.

I have composed and destroyed countless works between the hours of 2 and 5 am.

Every human relationship poses the question,
“which of us is the crazy one?”

The next level in luxury, disease-free living.

They had gone so long without, a compliment would have destroyed them.

As he struggled up to greet me, even with his belt cinched so tightly it nearly cut him in half, his pants fell down. They had nothing to hold onto. To this day I remember the look on his face. Apologetic; afraid he’d embarrassed me.

He was a bundle of damage, everything mixed around and put back in the wrong order.