I Shaved This Morning For Precisely That

What Do You Mean By Meant? Given The Final Futility Of Our Struggle, Is The Fleeting Jolt Of Meaning That Art Gives Us Valuable? Or Is It The Only Value Passing Time As Comfortably As Possible?

He Told Me This While Ripping Through His Duffel Bag, Throwing Clothes Into Drawers With Reckless Abandon. Chip Did Not Believe In Having A Sock Drawer Or A T-shirt Drawer. He Believed That All Drawers Were Created Equal And Filled Each With Whatever Fit. My Mother Would Have Died.

It Is So Hard To Leave—until You Leave. And Then It Is The Easiest Goddamned Thing In The World.

This Was The First Time In My Life That So Many Things Would Never Happen Again.

Amsterdam Is Like The Rings Of A Tree: It Gets Older As You Get Closer To The Center.