We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.

Narrative Tension is primarily about witholding information.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my experience belongs to me, not the collective bloody unconscious.

Not everyone knows what it is to have your father’s rival’s penis inches from your nose.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.