My Life Story Is The Story Of

Your Dad Didn't Die, So I Won't Be Able To Explain It To You.

Flea-market Vendors Are Frozen Mid-haggle. Middle-aged Women Are Frozen In The Middle Of Their Lives. The Gavels Of Frozen Judges Are Frozen Between Guilt And Innocence. On The Ground Are The Crystals Of The Frozen First Breaths Of Babies, And Those Of The Last Gasps Of The Dying.

Books Are For Those Without Real Lives, He Thought. And They Are No Real Replacement.

Parents Are Always More Knowledgeable Than Their Children, And Children Are Always Smarter Than Their Parents.

I Want An Infinitely Blank Book And The Rest Of Time.