We're ankle deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.

“oil paints...the look of licked lips.”

“I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm…”

“Modesty is invisibility...Never forget it. To be seen—to be seen—is to be...pen…”

“No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by li…”