God regrets to announce that he is wiping us off the face of the earth.
The way I like to look at a photograph is to imagine that the person who took it knew that this was the last thing they would ever see.
Resolutions, born of regret, nightly, always betrayed the next day.
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.
She was rich in spirit, but mainly just rich.
His grand opus, a masterpiece of omission.
We usually tried to avoid his visits, which often felt weighted with some unspecified tension or grievance. Later I learned that throughout this period he’d been in dreadful pain, and that our times together had been among the few things that distracted him from his suffering.
A feral hyena pack in a feeding frenzy, heads buried up to the neck in carcass of the New America.
Thoughts: semi-organized gibberish.
As a society, they exhibited a mania for naming, labeling and classification that subsumed the actuality of the thing itself.
This big, beautiful world is made up of all kinds of people, and on a given day you might despise any one of them.
I think I can safely say, with great pleasure, your best days are well behind you.
