Dying In Unfamiliar Surroundings Miles Away From

Now, I'm An Atheist. I Really Don't Believe For A Moment That Our Moral Sense Comes From A God.

And Though You Think The World Is At Your Feet, It Can Rise Up And Tread On You.

How Guilt Refined The Methods Of Self-torture, Threading The Beads Of Detail Into An Eternal Loop, A Rosary To Be Fingered For A Lifetime.

Not Being Boring Is Quite A Challenge.

She Loved Him, Though Not At This Particular Moment.