Just finished. This is like if a book were written by a genius on mushrooms.
Yesterday, to me: "Life does not run on grand finales"
Illness to a certain point inspires pity. Beyond that point it becomes hateful. It becomes very much like a personal insult. One wishes to destroy the sickness by destroying the patient (DeLillo)
Inaction is the beginning of that kind of knowledge which has as its final end the realization that no action is necessary (DeLillo)
My student Subeen drew me as a "candied tarantula" lol
The reason they fall for it is the reason they cannot stop
My mom told me "if you're bored, it's your fault," but I've never been this bored before
