We Are Being Very Nomadic With The

Succotash My Balzac, Dipshiitake.

[...]it Is As If After Surviving So Much, There Was No Longer Reason To Survive.

I'm Interested In The Kind Of Religion That Makes Life Harder. I'm Not So Interested In The Comforting Kind Of Religion.

Just To Be A Functioning Adult In The World, We Develop All Of These Layers Of Protection. When We See Homeless People, We Don't Cry, Even Though Homeless People Probably Deserve Our Tears - You Know, It's A Horrible Thing.

We Looked At Each Other Until It Felt Like Everything Would Burst Into Flames