There Is A Shabby Nobility In Failing

I Like The Fact That I'm Living In The World Rather Than In A University.

Something Changed. Somewhere Along The Line You Stopped Accelerating.

Eat, Drink And Remarry Is My Motto.

You Keep Thinking That With Practice You Will Eventually Get The Knack Of Enjoying Superficial Encounters, That You Will Stop Looking For The Universal Solvent, Stop Grieving. You Will Learn To Compound Happiness Out Of Small Increments Of Mindless Pleasure.

You Described The Feeling You’d Always Had Of Being Misplaced, Of Always Standing To One Side Of Yourself, Of Watching Yourself In The World Even As You Were Being In The World, And Wondering If This Was How Everyone Felt. That You Always Believed That Other People Had A Clearer Idea Of What They Were Doing, And Didn’t Worry Quite So Much About Why.