The usual memoir stuff; a child’s fascination with sound; playing a toy instrument; under the aspect of eternity; etc.

I know you by your habits; the grooves you have cut in the world; the familiar boredoms I would miss beyond all else.

He’d been waiting for a long time to hit bottom—apparently you get a small bounce at the end.

She was his truth, his bellwether and moral compass. Without her he was lost, but also he was just plain lost.

Another word for provocateur: asshole.

Time reveals in some the bowling ball-head gene, and in others the cinderblock-head gene.

Like many films of the period, it featured a sociopathic hero, a saintly villain and the default bloody Jackson Pollock ending.

When someone says, ‘People either love me or they hate me,’ it’s usually the latter.

That year’s dismal mingled scent of burnt coffee, jet fuel, lavatory disinfectant. Now you’d give anything to have it back.

Four deer corpses on the road to Bethlehem.
Wildlife suicide in the new America.

His electricity was shut off for non-payment on the hottest night of the year. The beer and vodka would stay cold for a few more hours. He held a bottle against his forehead and gave thanks for this small miracle.

The more complex the organism, the more putrescent in decay. Also, the more difficult to love.

Let it go. The world doesn’t need another photograph.

“the situation is in charge.”