On my school notebook, on my desk and the trees, on the sand and the snow, I write your name. On all the flesh that says yes, on the forehead of my friends, on every hand held out, I write your name. Liberty.

every online review is a tell. people who got turned on by the book call it pornography. people who were emotionally touched say it romanticizes too much. those who got a good glimpse of the bad man's psychology call it a handbook for criminals. everything they have to say is a projection.

something swirly and spiritual, with a heart on top