Muumuu House

“It was spring, not winter or autumn, Paul thought with some lingering confusion. He listened to the layered murmur of wind against leaves, familiarly and gently disorienting as a terrestrial sound track, reminding people of their own lives, then opened his MacBook—sideways, like a hardcover book—and looked at the internet, lying on his side, with his right ear pressed into his pillow, as if, unable to return to sleep, at least in position to hear what, in his absence, might be happening there.”
― Tao Lin, Taipei

“You still worked, thinking I didn’t.
But I do still work.
I still work and I want you to know that.”
― Sam Pink, Rontel

“My brother said something, but I’d been distracted by a nice flower in someone’s back yard.
Wanted to pick it for my girlfriend.
Then I realized she might be sad I killed it.
Seemed like something she’d get sad about.
Maybe not.
I could just say, “Here, I killed this for you.”
As in, “Of course I would kill something for you.”
As in, “Everything is potentially your gift.”
― Sam Pink, Rontel

“i am still unsure of what 'life to the fullest' for me would be, mostly i just try to be well-liked in social situations and not die”
― Megan Boyle, selected unpublished blog posts of a mexican panda express employee