Fiction Is An Improvement On Life

I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out Enough Effort. I'm Tired.

There Is A Loneliness In This World So Great That You Can See It In The Slow Movement Of The Hands Of A Clock

You Were Destroyed By What You Befriended.

To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s Life Seems To Be A Worthy Accomplishment, If Only For Myself.

Early Evening Traffic Was Beginning To Clog The Avenue With Cars. The Sun Slanted Down Behind Him. Harry Glanced At The Drivers Of The Cars. They Seemed Unhappy. The World Was Unhappy. People Were In The Dark. People Were Terrified And Disappointed. People Were Caught In Traps. People Were Defensive And Frantic. They Felt As If Their Lives Were Being Wasted. And They Were Right.