“Whenever something whole consumes something incomplete, it becomes unfinished too. For the reason that now it needs more, and it doesn’t have it. First glance, everything about life right now seems unclean, and whatever words I say have no place. There’s no Craigslist go getter coming to fix anything. And what am I supposed to do with this start? Nothing?

I’m elbowing everything down time’s throat right now, and I’m hoping it won’t throw up on me later. In terms of black and white, I’m still nowhere permanent. Transition phase. Forever. And this forever has no end unlike other forevers. Shit, no, that’s not true. Very sensational.”