“Clear.Cold.Empty.Like how I feelright now. Loveis strange. Oneminute you’rejungle fever.The nextyou’reArticwinter.”
“It was funny, he reflected later, how one’s life could alter in aninstant, how oneminute everything could be a certain way, and the next it’s simply ... not”
“...right now, right now, I am strange. It is strange. This life is strange. For now, only for now, I am happy.”
“All that I loveI fold over onceAnd once again”
“Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.”
“I am aware that what the body does for loveis sometimes not. I celebrate reversals. I watch a funeral somewhere at sea. ”