Yochi

“I ’ve often felt separate from other human beings. I have my moments of togetherness with others; I love all sentient beings with my heart and am wildly fortunate to have friends I can talk to, share joy and despair with; we loyally have each other’s back. I wordlessly communicate with other musicians, sometimes plumbing great depths. But I’m awkward with other people, sometimes even my closest friends. My mind wanders, seeing others hold hands in a circle, from my separate place. My earliest memories are rooted in an underlying sense that something’s wrong with me, that everyone else is clued into a group consciousness from which I’m excluded. Like something in me is broken. As time passes I become more comfortable with this strange sense of being apart, but it never leaves, and on occasion, I go through phases of intense and debilitating anxiety. Gnarly fucking panic attacks. Perhaps it is a form of self-loathing, that I’m often unable to find comfort in community. Am I the only one who’s fucked up like this? Can I get a witness?”
― Flea, Acid for the Children: A Memoir

“The universe gives us the ones we need. And the ones we deserve.”
― Flea, Acid for the Children

“Perhaps nothing can be certain in this world," I said. "But at least we can believe in something.”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

“Our adults haven't been wiped out by a plague so they're still anchored in the past, waiting for the good old days to come back.”
― Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower: A Graphic Novel Adaptation