My first line of defense against reality is called sleep.

It's all very simple, or else it's all very complex, or perhaps it's neither, or both.

At great expense, we have built a vast system of inter-connecting stupidities.

When in-laws are outlawed, only outlaws will have in-laws.

There is a sort of waking nightmare that sets in sometimes when one has missed a sleep or two, a feeling that comes with extreme fatigue and a new sun, that th…

Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.

It was like he attacked sleep, a frontal assault, took it by the throat and forced it to yield him the rest he needed. Rest, but no peace