"It starts with a police car in the driveway, shiny as the inside of a mouth. It starts before that with a bang, a spectacular collision. This is how the world ends: no Jesus descending the sky like a spider. It ends in a flash of light and the acrid smell of burning rubber."
"What I miss most about the endless boredom of being incredibly young was my capacity to notice. I was free to laugh at the Cinnamon Roll Man because my worldview accepted him for what he was; he was the sum total of abstract absurdity exemplified in its most greasy, physical form. I didn’t denigrate him for being grotesque."
"...I am opening new internet windows to look up minutia. are there actually 10,000 lakes in minnesota? when did sappho die? what does the gemini constellation look like? the stylized images of the twins as men or children imposed over points of light, their bodies floating above canis minor‒ are they looking at or away from one another? I take breaks, text people/friends: yes, but no; I’ll see you next week; I do not like seafood."