Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.
It’s so hard to express yourself.? I understand this.? I want to express myself.? The same is true for me.? I’m looking for my voice.? It’s in your mouth.? I want to do something I’m not ashamed of.? Something you are proud of, yes?? Not even. I just don’t want to be ashamed.
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn’t see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.