I was thinking about the word handle and all the unholdable things that got handled.

“I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.”

“I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts pil…”

“It’s not fair,” I said. “It’s just so goddamnedunfair.”“The world,” he said, “i…”

“Vivimos en un universo que se dedica a crear, y a erradicar, la conciencia.”