In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

“The crap and the trash of the world. Post-consumer human butt wipe that no one …”

“Jump to another weird sick disappointment just coming over the horizon.”

“My hands are numb. I can’t feel my face. My tongue be­longs to some­body else.”

“No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that …”