God regrets to announce that he is wiping us off the face of the earth.

The wind, always present, but only its effects visible.

After years of rigorously eliminating everything pretentious, self-serving or inauthentic in his character, there was nothing left.

The older couple at the next table, whose lingering self regard stems from the memory that they were considered beautiful three or four decades ago.

August in the city when nobody gives a fuck anymore.

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,

Fourteen year old girl, April 19, 2009
Today is Thursday. I saw my therapist. We doubled the dosage.
All I can think is one more time from the beginning.

Each morning he stepped out, felt the air on his skin, and gave thanks for this new reprieve.

Brick painted the color of brick, an object turned into a sign.

The notes and sketches were without exception more interesting than the final product.