Sleeping patterns disrupted: fuzzy agent of change haunting coffee shops, a specter of somnambulance.

Your fax was the product of a slipping imagination. I know it took some effort, I mean, you can’t just fax a glass of gin, you had to photocopy it first, but still, not your best work. You’re definitely slipping.

Remember what it means to be human, and not, a creature of the wheel.

There are a lot of people in this room with strange running shoes.

The things you leave behind: a pair of earrings on the dresser, the thin brown belt that was wrapped around your waist :slivers of yourself that rub off on me.

“Listen,” he said, “beer o’clock starts at 4:00pm, and you’ll probably be done by 9:30.”

You are the Chief Strategy Officer of my heart.