Another day, another pithy aphorism.

He said, with exaggerated sadness, as if embarrassed for me, your work is very earnest. 

We’re making the world up as we go along.

Bombast: thoughts and images too great for subject.
Paralysis:

Few people are cruel enough to say what they’re thinking.

They weren’t real likes, they were pity likes.

The manicured grounds masked an eroding social fabric.

Yesterday Doeg and I went to our special place—to the little dirt area beside the tree. Because of allergies, Doeg has chewed off most of his hair. On the way home, heard a young mother say to baby: look, honey, look at the pretty—recoiling as Doeg emerged from behind the car. Still thinking about the look on his face: apologetic.

She said, everything is barely.