He is survived by his Instagram feed and beloved Spotify playlist.

A great artist and an excruciating bore.

In her twenties she was pretty, by her thirties beautiful. And now, finally, she was as ugly as she’d always felt.

Although he had longed for it, after retiring from teaching and moving to a house in the woods, he became severely depressed. The diagnosis: loss of horizon.

Sunday morning: half dead but fully alive.

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

Street photos of narcissists—like shooting fish in a barrel.

Leaving a loved place for what is probably the last time. A place that already exists primarily in memory. Could there be any more fraught and melancholy words than next year?

Everything proceeded from an assumption of insufficiency.

Whenever I see an advertisement cut to a soundtrack of “What a Wonderful World,” I always feel like I’m being sold a great big steaming pile of shit.