When you're five and you hurt, you make a big noise in the world. At ten you whimper. But by the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain.

“The harder you had to work to open a package, the less you ended up caring abou…”

“Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heard clearly in th…”

“The arguments against insanity fall through with a soft shirring sound;these ar…”

“Long days and pleasant nights”