Memory or fantasy?

The paradox of paying for what you most want: it delivers the act but destroys the meaning.

A portrait of the Secretary — tiny, shocking, whorish, and perfectly submissive.

Sometimes the best things in my inbox aren’t for me at all — they’re for you.

The camera is probably ruined.

The heaven of the thirty-three, reimagined.

Memory, truth, emotional experience, and the unconscious. WTF?

I’ve entereda new developmental phase: fantasizing about scenarios that can’t, shouldn’t, or won’t happen.