If I Could Write The Perfect Novella

I Don't Hold Grudges.

A Person Is, Among All Else, A Material Thing, Easily Torn And Not Easily Mended.

I Read In Announcements Of Deaths 'peacefully In His Sleep' And I Wonder How Many Of Those Are True. Maybe They Are Just Conventional. I Hope They Are True Whenever I Read It Of Someone. [but] I Would Rather Be Awake. Peacefully Awake, Brim Full Of Some Calming Drug That Was Seeing Me Out Of The Door, Having Said My Farewells.

When Its Gone, You'll Know What A Gift Love Was. You'll Suffer Like This. So Go Back And Fight To Keep It.

Arguing With A Dead Man In A Lavatory Is A Claustrophobic Experience.