No one belongs here more than you: stories

Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.

This pain, this dying, this is just normal. This is how life is. In fact, I realize, there never was an earthquake. Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

The sun was collapsing with a glare that seemed prehistoric; I felt not only blinded but lost, or as if I had lost something.

She’s over the top. That’s all I can say about her. If the top is here, where I am, she’s over it, hovering over me, naked.

I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn’t male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.

I have very, very low expectations of most people, and he had now become Most People.

People tend to stick to their own size group because it’s easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. It means: I am willing to go the distance for you

It counts doubly because the conscious mind often makes mistakes, falls for the wrong person.