In the future, kimchi will be the only currency.

Every afternoon when the 3 o’clock lasix notification pops up, you go down and walk around her empty rooms, crying.

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

The world’s longest and saddest book: great shit nobody noticed.

In times of upheaval, objects and beings are more stable resting on their balance points than on their bases.
Surf’s up.

A world held together by duct tape and magical thinking.

Every night you experience something far stranger than any drug.

I never saw him that he wasn’t wearing a shirt with large square fold marks, as if he’d just come out of a store, pulled it from its package, and put it on.

Really, I should be grateful; performing this mindless work spares me the burden of maintaining self respect.

Woke up this morning and nearly wept at how lifelike everything was. Picked up a handful of dirt and just looked at it. I picked it up for you.
Every day I wake up to eternity. Tell me if I should keep writing,