God, I Hate My Family,

I'm Quite Interested In The Absolute Roots Of Narrative, Why We Tell Stories At All: Where The Monsters Come From.

The Truth. The Dead Want Nothing Else. It Is The Only Thing That They Require.

God, I Hate My Family, These People I Never Chose To Love, But Love All The Same.

A Drinker Does Not Exist. Whatever They Say, It Is Just The Drink Talking.

People Do Not Change, They Are Merely Revealed.