I kept looking forward the answer to things. I kept looking, and I never saw, and I became lost. I lost myself, lost my own reality. - Ben Okri

I was happy for him. He did not have a sunken molue in his brain. Rastafarians and diseased children didn’t torment him. He hadn’t been a salesman of nightmares- he had only ever been their administrator.

They made me think. Everything has to fight to live. Rats work very hard. If we are not careful they will inherit the earth.

It may be that what you could be haunts you. It is real. It is a weight you have to carry around. Each failure to become, to be, is a weight. Each state you could inhabit is a burden as heavy as any physical weight, but more so, because it weighs on your soul. It is the ghost of your possibilities hanging around your neck, an invisible albatros, potentials unknowingly murdered.