Explosions and fighting robots and shit. What’s that got to do with the heart?
This is my idea of family, actually, a sticky morass you can’t chew your way out of.
(…) everything is finite. Life. Love. All this.’ (…) ‘Sadness too. Although that’s harder to let go of than happiness.
You can map out a whole city according to the weight of memory, like pins on the homicide board tracking the killer’s movements. But the connections get thicker and denser and more complicated all the time.
Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting
you’re deluding yourself that you have some deep spiritual connection, like you didn’t just read it on Wikipedia. There’s a difference between tradition and culture.
She’s even been practicing making out with the back of her hand. Which was about as effective as tickling yourself. It’s why you needed other fingers, other tongues. Only other people can make you feel real.
The original stories are mined out, and all that’s left is fool’s gold.
Florrie smiles with unmoderated joy, because she can’t see that most people bank their happiness like it’s something you might run out of
Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it’s going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.
I smile thinly, to make it clear that this will happen when hell turns into a family friendly summer resort.
Fashion is only different skins for different flavours of you.
Dope don’t have no sympathy, not for love or family, definitely not for fear. Put dope and the devil up against each other in the ring, and dope will win out. Every single time.
Next time, can you ask him to bring cookies? I don’t like to put up with that level of insane unless there’s some kind of high-calorie compensation.
You have to get up pretty early in the morning to invent the news.
There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can’t face the terror that it might all be random.
It’s why you need other fingers, other tongues. Only other people can make you feel real.
Time heals. Crushes let up. Splinters work their way out. Doesn’t mean they don’t leave scars that itch.