Hurtling toward the last curve, picking up speed and terrified.

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

What differentiates man from animal: vulgarity.

It took many years to understand how short a year is.

I think about the beach cottage we always rented the first week or two of August. The photograph I took each day, hoping to preserve it all. The older couple we saw every year, who we never saw again. The roadside farm where we bought eggs, vegetables and topnecks. I wonder if the same books are on the shelves. I wonder if it has crumbled into the sea.

The part that makes assumptions is the dumbest part of your brain.

When someone tells you they’re behind you “1000 percent,” you know you’re on the way out.

What are you looking for?
Just a glimpse. 

Others experienced his presence as an absence in themselves.