The Natural World Is So Adaptable...so Adaptable

My Idea Of Life, It's What Happens When They're Rolling The Credits.

I Do Not Know What I Regret. I Sit With My Pen, And Cannot Find An End To That Sentence.

And I Realize That The Decision To Be Human Is Not One Single Instant, But Is A Thousand Choices Made Very Day. It Is Choices We Make Every Second And Requires Constant Vigilance. We Have To Fight To Remain Human.

A Library Is An Adjustable Wrench For Opening The Head.

It’s The End. It’s The End Of The Civilization. We’re Going Down. No, It’s Sure Not Too Attractive. Lenticels. I Just Hope My Kids Don’t Live To See The Last Days. The Things Burning And People Living In Cellars. Violet. The Only Thing Worse Than The Thought It May All Come Tumbling Down Is The Thought That We May Go On Like This Forever.