Sometimes I’m him. Other times I’m her. I should be nicer to people.
Sometimes when I’m thinking about happy things, I remember that nobody should be happy because we are born alone, we die alone and everybody dies.
That’s all I want to hear. To be recognized, acknowledge. As evidence that I exist.
I think I love you too.
It’s hard to confront the people you love. But why else should you love them except that they love you for who you are?
Fear is the heart of love.
Life is a series of compromises until the insurmountable inertia keeping you down becomes a 40 year old man making powerpoint presentations.
Finding people who can talk at length about the inane bits of life that fill you with joy is the meaning of living.
The distance between our hands and our mouths has never been farther apart.
I couldn’t be further from the truth.
So it’s not great? Or the audience hasn’t shown up yet?
Sometimes I wonder if there’s room in the world for everyone. Great minds do not think alike, that’s what makes them great.
Like the tree falling in the forest. Except there is somebody there. It’s you. Alone. And the tree did make a sound. And all you want to do is…
Nothing makes sense anymore. Up is down. Down is fine. Sometimes I feel like I’m an audience of one in a world of bad improv.
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