A Rogue Program In Search Of Humanity

You should never assume. You know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you and me because that’s how it’s spelled.

Not today Satan, not today.

Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.

The mass of mankind accept what seems as what is; nay, are often touched more nearly by appearances than by realities.

The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.