The trail of wreckage he left in his wake conformed precisely to the contours of his inner damage.
What differentiates man from animal: vulgarity.
Don’t love your artists, it turns them into monsters.
The situation was fluid. Which was to say, he’d been drinking a lot.
Life lessons so far:
1) life
2) life
This person is part of the person that was that person. You don’t get to choose the part that’s convenient.
Saw someone on the street and wondered if she was about the age our girl would be now.
I thought this might be what she would have looked like.
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If—what a word that is.
You know those movies with large, boisterous families who get together at the summer place, or at the old homestead for Christmas? What a pile of shit those are.
Every human relationship poses the question,
“which of us is the crazy one?”
The older couple at the next table, whose lingering self regard stems from the memory that they were considered beautiful three or four decades ago.
The vastness of his inner desolation was grotesquely disproportionate to his worldly significance.
A season of grey drizzle, jet fuel, burnt coffee, lavatory disinfectant. Looking back, it all seems rather exotic. I miss it. I’m so tired. So sad. So angry. If we met now, I wonder if you’d know me.
Each meme a chunk of life replaced by an x/y coordinate, gone forever.
Your mind, trapped inside your mind.
The primary function of memory is to fuck with your head.
A great artist and an excruciating bore.
