You don’t know this but I’ve sat here staring at this screen for minutes without writing a thing. That doesn’t sound all so impressive. But the counterfoil is that I rush myself into writing before I’m ready. I do that, too.
Why Chinese people skimp on things all the time. So cheap. Wealthy Chinese man = cheap Eurotrash. No one trusts Alibaba.
Should I talk about this? Do you know me yet?
Mom goes to work in a few minutes.
Never comfort. Just airports. The twilight zone. Fluorescent lighting and the news. No comfort. Never. Thank you, Dad, for the curse.
Anyone who reads all this (all of it) and understands me is my lover.
No one ever will.
I am dying alone.