For Some Reason All The Middle-aged Women

I Was Dying. Like All The Other People Who Live In This World.

Mediocrity's Like A Spot On A Shirt—it Never Comes Off.

"i Believe You," She Whispers After A Moment. "please Find My Mind."

When There's Nothing To Do, You Do Nothing Slowly And Intently.

My Heart Would Swell Without Warning, And Tremble, And Lurch With A Stab Of Pain. I Would Try Clamping My Eyes Shut And Gritting My Teeth, And Waiting For It To Pass. And It Would Pass -- But Slowly, Taking Its Own Time, And Leaving A Dull Ache Behind.