The Folded Sky

I try not to form attachments to nonliving matter: it all degrades or gets disassembled in the end.

My wife, of course, was right. My wife was always right. And yet somehow nonetheless she’d married me.

hate it when people with terrible belief systems turn out to be reasonably intelligent. It upsets my sense of the natural order of the universe, which is to say: that everybody smart should agree with me.