“If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.”

“As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whip away on the endless current and are lost for ever in oblivion's black ocean.”

“If this is not the end of oblivion, then I shall live forever as if my life were to end on this very day~”

“We were nearly boundless zeros, just pitiful little beings swept from one kind of oblivion to another.”

“Life is oblivion erupting, for a brief moment, into nonoblivion in order so that oblivion may proclaim... "I am." The assumption being, that living things are aware enough to make such a proclamation. Let us suppose that they are. Let us suppose that they are, to a degree, self-aware. This makes for the possibility of life recognizing itself, yes, but not as oblivion, only as life. In order for life to recognize itself as a fleeting pulse of oblivion, self-awareness, must be refined into pure awareness, which is observation unimpaired by either ego or preconceptions.”

“Oblivion. It is what I am always looking for.”