LIFE; or, “I’m Running Out of Ways to Fill The Hours”

I turned the corner and fell to the ground near a stone wall. I sat up and held my knees close to my chest and started to cry. It was late and there were no cars on the street and no one walking down the sidewalk. I don’t know how long I sat there. I stood up and walked toward the skyscrapers by the bay to find my way home. On a dark street I called my father and told him he was one of the few real friends I have left. At home I passed out in my clothes and didn’t wake up until thirteen hours later.

The Twin Peaks theme song, for whatever reason, is like mind balm to me

[fictional character] only made me feel OK about myself for [X] hours

i am very tired and i miss my friends, whoever they are anymore

Every time I buy a red onion, Laura says, “Ugh! You are such a bachelor!”

And I say, “Well!”

My heroes are Herman Melville, Orson Welles, and Bugs Bunny

“Just so you know, I’m not wearing a bra, and I’m wearing men’s underwear.”

“Well, that makes two of us then.”

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.