They Learned To Hate Her Unknowability, Her

The Images Of His Infinite Pasts And Infinite Futures Washed Over Him As He Waited, Paralyzed, In The Present.

It Was Getting Hard To Keep All The Things I Didn't Know Inside Me.

She Is Deranged, But So So Playful.

We Are Being Very Nomadic With The Truth, Yes?

Literature Was The Only Religion Her Father Practiced, When A Book Fell On The Floor He Kissed It, When He Was Done With A Book He Tried To Give It Away To Someone Who Would Love It.