Excerpt from Point

“So take these words and play them in your mind, then watch them fade like almost everything else does. Take these words that I give away knowing that we only give away that which has no meaning or value. Take all my feelings and burn them in stars or sunrises, whichever you prefer, for fire mixes well with fire and we, in fire, burn in colors. Take the words, which turned and twisted spelled ‘insane’, set aflame in the numbed flood of delicate waves, waves we once called pain. Take them because they’re all the same, bullets in the rain, the waves and raindrops of the game. Take all the words and all the stories and draw the patterns. Draw the patterns of the cosmos you made up and paint them with flaming tears of illusory stardust. Follow the labyrinth you created, and the true pretend-artist within you will understand, at the end of the story, the end of the story.”