People Gave Me Such A Bad Time

Maybe The Private Life Wasn't Forever. Maybe Everyone Got It For A Little While And Then Spent The Rest Of Their Lives Remembering.

[i Remember Going] To A Hotel Gym At Six O'clock In The Morning, And The Television Was On, And It's Some Drama In Which Two Men Have Clearly Kidnapped A Woman. They're Interrogating Her, And They Put A Plastic Bag Over Her Head. They're Suffocating Her, And I'm Thinking, It's Six O'clock In The Morning! Why Does Anybody Need To See This? How Can I Find The Off Switch?

My Writing Process Has Changed Because It's Harder To Find Uninterrupted Time.

There Was Such An Incredible Logic To Kissing, Such A Metal-to-magnet Pull Between Two People That It Was A Wonder That They Found The Strength To Prevent Themselves From Succumbing Every Second. Rightfully, The World Should Be A Whirlpool Of Kissing Into Which We Sank And Never Found The Strength To Rise Up Again.

You Can't Spend Your Whole Life In Front Of A Screen.