Nature isn’t hate.

There’s only so much room for life and deathin our world. One must be traded for the other.

Everyone is destined to be an asshole as some point or another.

Is trust such a thing to be earned and spent like silver?

The books. Are unhappy.

This is Long Island, land of the rushed, home of the stressed.

Nature isn't hate.

the strongest backs bear the heaviest burdens

Truth is much like fire. Hard to understand, ever-changing.

I love the sound of people thinking.