“It's so strange. So much of me is gone. I've ashed myself into nothing. I'm dying. And I feel so seperate and far away from anyone. I'm the ghost of Christmas. Today is today and I will be gone tomorrow. Yesterday is where I wish to be. I am uncertain of what we are. We could be dust on this rock. We are so small. I am a pebble. Fuck this place, I love it here. I am in love while choking. I just spent my last money on breakfast for her.”