8

There was a jackalope in the corner. It kept looking at him. He’d have time to consider this later.

10

It had always been his ambition to try everything once and let it go before it lost its appeal. He tried religion once and once was enough. God didn't listen and God didn't talk back. He tried philosophy once and that was enough. Enlightenment never found him and he never found it. He tried heroin once and heroin gave him everything. He tried heroin again and he gave heroin everything. When it lost its appeal he didn't notice and when he looked for something else he found nothing else was there anymore.

7

You only get one lapse. Usually it’s when you’re too young to have any idea what you’re doing, and you get so fucked up that you won’t remember what it felt like, what drove you to it, or how you felt before it. Afterward your entire life is spent in recovery and any time you sink it’s not a lapse anymore, it’s a relapse. I wonder what it’s like to go through life without ever sinking…?

4

Even clocks lose track of time. We don’t blame them. It’s something of a joke; how dependent we are on these mechanical monsters ticking our lives away: fingerless hands that choke the breath out of us one second at a time. We invented these gears and all they imply… just to let them wear us down, beat our will out of us and we lose ourselves in their perpetual motion. It’s all crazy, it’s all false, and it’s all we’ll ever have.

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