How Theraputic It Is To Surrond Yourself

I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General. After About 20 Minutes, He Stopped Me And Said, 'you're Just A Big Existential Garbage Pail. Go Home And Relax.'

Everything Is Contingent, And There Is Also Chaos.

The Only Thing I Don't Doubt Is My Doubt.

I Refer To Jet Lag As 'jet-psychosis - There's An Old Saying That The Spirit Cannot Move Faster Than A Camel.

I See [my Pen] As An Extension Of My Musculature. It's Like Being A Painter. It's The Closest I Can Get To My Breath.