We Cracked Up Together, Which

...and When Is Enough Proof Enough?

What's So Horrible About Being Dead Forever, And Not Feeling Anything, And Not Even Dreaming? What's So Great About Feeling And Dreaming?

Memory Was Supposed To Fill The Time, But It Made Time A Hole To Be Filled.

What If I Never Stop Inventing?

The Secret Was A Hole In The Middle Of Me That Every Happy Thing Fell Into.