He wondered, as he had many times wondered before, whether he himself was a lunatic. Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one. At one time it had been a sign of madness to believe that the earth goes round the sun; today, to believe that the past is unalterable. He might be alone in holding that belief, and if alone, then a lunatic. But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.

hey man this shit sucks

I felt myself float away from my body as it was slumped over my bed

And turning to the unknown entity who was taking me elsewhere, I said,

“Spirit, wait—we can’t go without Dante”

we have entered the final stage

computer, initiate “self-annihilation” protocol

and get one of these damn robots to pour me a stiff drink

it’s time to meet the big man, baby

Being alive feels like watching television through a keyhole

And the television is a hundred feet away

And it is partially obscured by a dirty fish tank

My father told me if I build a house on his land I can live there. Maybe he was joking. I don’t think he was. Anyway I think about this all the time.