Were you a person of consequence?
Were you even a person?
Did you learn anything?
Was there still hope?
·
Nope, no, nyet, maybe.

Dinner with old friends, drinking wine and cackling at your clever remarks. Morning remorse. When will you learn to shut the fuck up?

You droned on, demolishing in the space of a few hours any previous possibility you might have been deemed interesting.

Life lessons so far:
1) life
2) life

Assholishness somehow protected him from sadness.

The inbred entitlement of the once-attractive.

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

The fire came up the hill faster than I could have imagined.
It was already in the house.
·
Three feet of snow in June.
·
All trace of your existence will be wiped from the face of the earth.

A world held together by duct tape and magical thinking.

He received the crushing news with a resignation born of decades of unrealized hopes.

Imaginative acts were denounced as vectors of postcolonial oppression.

His had been a life of accomplishment to no one but him. For him it had been a miracle.

Things you thought were important turned out not to be important.
Things you thought were not important turned out to be important.