Eye Contact.

Sometimes I realize that I've spent an entire afternoon with someone without even looking at their face.

Ontology.

He looked God sternly in the eyes and said, "Yo, what's the deal?"

Faulkner.

"The dark world seemed to lie stricken beneath the cold moon and the lidless stars."

Dublin St.

It’s 4:27 AM and Sam is lying in bed, unable to fall asleep.  He is gazing through his window, into the distance and is fixating on the street light across from his window.  He watches intently, focusing on the flicker that occurs every seven seconds or so.  Each time the street light flickers, he restarts his count.  Several hours have passed since he has begun this nightly ritual and it seems that for tonight, any hope for sleep is distant.  He sits up, slouched over and is still for several moments as he stares back out the window. 

Lennox-Addington.

Paranoid hallucinations of follicle infesting parasites.

Teenagers.

Who the fuck are these teenagers who have accomplished more in their short lives than I probably will in my entire lifetime. 

Uncertainty.

Nothing is certain but death.