"I don't ask questions. You don't feel hunted, and you're almost right. You feel I care about you, and it'll never hurt you that you're wrong. I get answers here and there, and nobody has a reason to regret giving them to me."

"...
If I internalized -- really internalized -- that I could ask questions, I'd stop looking at you in a way that's close-enough to what you assume, to how you look at each other. I'd start looking at you like a little box of answers, and wonder how I can get the most out of you before you break."

Philip Mainlander (girlfailure edition)

I wish I were a barreleye fish and my head was all transparent and you could see right through and read the circuits on my brain and there was a diver who cared to read, and I wish you were that diver.

I wish I could take my eyes off like binoculars and give them to you and you would see how I see

Entirely appropriate that this creature would move to The City you must Escape Every Year Or Else Succumb To Madness. Come in in, the water's fine.

waiting, for a change that will
never come

the universe grows cold as it
expands
closeness of connection is lost
the stars are lonely.

do you think they miss each other?
out there in the night sky..

art only shapes reality if you're having a really bad time making it and it's already ruining your life

me when I take a break from writing only to find both reality and other online stories have become much more horrifying

On balance, it's not wise to visit. But I indulge, occasionally. Carefully. I take one thought each time.
On my last visit, the woods were misty, and I understood the mists' pale swirls to mean: "You never stop missing the rest of you."

If you ever you look up at the stars and find one whose twinkling reminds you of tears, spare a warm thought for her, won't you?

She realized only when she was exactly as she would choose to be, that her journey had taken her farther from her starting point than she could ever hope to return from. That she was truly alone.