Every Hundred Feet The World Changes

They Could Read Him, They Could Study Him, They Could Pick Him Apart, But They Couldn't Laugh Or Be Sad With Him.

Nothing Happened Today. And If Anything Did, I’d Rather Not Talk About It, Because I Didn’t Understand It.

Literature + Illness = Illness

Every Book In The World Is Out There Waiting To Be Read By Me.

When I Was Done Traveling, I Returned Convinced Of One Thing: We're Nothing.