Facts Interest Me Less Than The Trailing

We Start Out As Little Bits Of Disconnected Dust.

A Boy Told Me If He Roller-skated Fast Enough His Loneliness Couldn't Catch Up To Him, The Best Reason I Ever Heard For Trying To Be A Champion. What I Wonder Tonight Pedaling Hard Down King William Street Is If It Translates To Bicycles. A Victory! To Leave Your Loneliness Panting Behind You On Some Street Corner While You Float Free Into A Cloud Of Sudden Azaleas, Pink Petals That Have Never Felt Loneliness, No Matter How Slowly They Fell.

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.

My Mother Used To Tell Me When I Went Somewhere, "please Leave Your Foolishness At Home." But How Could I Do That? It Was Stuck On Me.

You Will Never Catch Up. Walk Around Feeling Like A Leaf Know You Could Tumble At Any Second. Then Decide What To Do With Your Time. --the Art Of Disappearing