I often don’t know what I am going to write when I begin, and I usually don’t continue writing about what I start with.

I didn’t often go for fisherman’s breakfast, but when I did I was shitfaced.

I’m not sure I’ve ever applied myself so hard before.

I like the philosophy of the fellow that I am sort of doing a research project on.

I live, for the most part, in strange worlds.

I love boardgames.

I’ve been designing a house that I’ll never live in, but I’m designing it as if I am.

I like that we incorporate qualities of the animal kingdom into everyday human existence.

I’m trying to make myself care about genres of architecture.

It’s getting light shortly after I get up these days.

I don’t pray anymore.

I’ve fallen off the wagon.

Beautiful wasn’t a beautiful man, at least not on the outside.

I used to drive a truck with an engine called a ‘boat anchor’, and named Petunia.

I’m in the process of figuring out what I like

Sometimes I get distracted.