I hate moody women. I need a bigger bed. I need another dresser. I need my boy friend to move out of his mother’s house. I need a better job. I need to start writing again. I need to do my resume. I need more sleep.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”