[b]Dave Eggers
Think too much and you know you are nothing. Think just enough and you know you are small, but important to some. That’s the best you can do.[/b]
Me, I was willing to settle for a lot less.
Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.
Does that make any sense at all?
Still, I like it.
You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of dignity. It’s never dignified, always brutal. What’s dignified about dying? It’s never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it’s fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it.
Okay, but, sooner or later, there it is.
I lost someone very close to me and afterward I believed I could have saved him had I been a better friend to him. But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.
Actually, everyone disappears period.
Maybe he was more than the sum of his broken parts.
On the other hand, the parts stay broken.
They were so in love with the world, and so disappointed in every aspect of it.
That almost doesn’t make sense.