They weren’t real likes, they were pity likes.
When does “verge of collapse” become actual collapse?
Liked, respected, trusted, admired—
Those are off the table, I’m afraid…
We might be able to work with that.
He documented his slow decline into madness with a series of photographic self portraits, continuing until the day he no longer recognized himself.
When someone tells you they’re behind you “1000 percent,” you know you’re on the way out.
Auction Highlights: Aside from a significant amount of water damage, bullet holes and general wear, the painting is not of particular interest.
Things to avoid: mirrors, clocks.
Normally he anticipated this cold black season with dread, but this year it suited him. He expected nothing else. It was what he deserved. He was locked in for the siege.