I Can't Tell You How Irritating It

At Long Last, You May No Longer Distinguish What Binds You From What Is You.

The Sky Was As Blue As A Stupid Postcard, And The Islands Were As Green As Islands.

It’s The End. It’s The End Of The Civilization. We’re Going Down. No, It’s Sure Not Too Attractive. Lenticels. I Just Hope My Kids Don’t Live To See The Last Days. The Things Burning And People Living In Cellars. Violet. The Only Thing Worse Than The Thought It May All Come Tumbling Down Is The Thought That We May Go On Like This Forever.

A Lot Of The Drive To Make Narratives Came From Having To Play By Myself As A 5- Or 6-year-old In The Woods.

I Was Someone Who Really Loved Fantasy Novels And Science Fiction Novels.