Night Falls Fast. Today Is The Past.

The Food Was So Good That With Each Passing Course, Our Conversation Devolved Further Into Fragmented Celebrations Of Its Deliciousness: 'i Want This Dragon Carrot Risotto To Become A Person So I Can Take It To Las Vegas And Marry It.

There Will Come A Time, When All Of Us Are Dead. All Of Us. There Will Come A Time When There Are No Human Beings Remaining To Remember That Anyone Ever Existed Or That Our Species Ever Did Anything.

The Dead Are Visible Only In The Terrible Lidless Eye Of Memory.

We Imagine People As Animals Or Gods. -but She Was Just A Person, A Girl.

It Was An Indulgence, Learning Last Words. Other People Had Chocolate; I Had Dying Declarations.