It Was The Kind Of Love You

The Essays Are Very Solipsistic And Self-absorbed, I'm Totally Conscious Of That. To Me, Book Writing Is Fun, And I Basically Just Write About Things That Are Entertaining To Myself.

Who Am I? Or (perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?

Whenever I Can’t Sleep, I Like To Lie In The Darkness And Pretend I’ve Been Assassinated. I’ve Found This Is The Best Way To Get Comfortable. I Imagine I’m In The Coffin At My Funeral, And People From My Past Are Walking By My Corpse And Making Comments About My Demise.

It Was The Kind Of Love You Can Only Feel Toward Someone You Don't Actually Know.

Life Is Rarely About What Happened; It's Mostly About What We Think Happened.