Just because no one’s managed something in the past, doesn’t mean the future’s lost.

And what scares me most is that as each day passes, my hope wanes a little more, when hope is the only thing I have to hold on to. There.

Plato claimed that we were all joined to someone else once, we were humans with four arms and four legs, and a head of two faces, but we were so powerful we threatened to topple the Gods. So they split us from our sole mates down the middle, and doomed us to live forever without our counterparts.

Isn’t it funny how something so abstract can speak to us?

I am alive and I am alone in a land of so much space.

Around here normal is a slur,′ he says, ‘Deep down everyone wants to be a star and normal is the road to nothingness.

Here we are. And we are living. Isn’t it amazing? How we manage to be at all.

But it happens, doesn't it?Death.Either suddenly or steadily.But you never put it in your calendar,X marks the spot –let's get the headstone in a Black Friday saleand have the name chiselled into it.You can never usually plan on death like that.

I slide out of the booth, the diner, into the heat of the afternoon hating with every inch of my bones the so-called free country I live in, the home of the brave.

Death row is a place for broken peoplejust like Tom Hanks.They can't be fixed,warped all out of shapeby the cracks and splinters inside them.And what else can you do with stuff that's brokenexcept throw it in the trash?Right?