Jordan West

“Depression is worse than death; it is death with open eyes. Like the damned in 'No Exit', you have no eyelids, and the light never stops burning.”
― Hermann Burger, Tractatus Logico-Suicidalis: On Killing Oneself

“. . .I thought about all times I'd spent in shabby squad rooms like this. Sometimes it felt like all the rooms I was ever in looked out onto alleys. And I thought about how it must feel to be twenty and alone and be in one at 5:30 A.M. and not sure you'd get out. The steam pipes hissed. I wanted to hiss back.
More than that I wanted to run. The room was hot and stuffy. The air was bad. I wanted to get out, to get in my car and drive north. In my mind I could see the route, over the Mystic Bridge up Route One, north, maybe to Ipswich or Newburyport where the houses were stately and old and the air was clean and cold and full of the sea. Where there's a kind of mellowness and a memory of another time and another America. Probably never was another America though. And if I headed out that way I'd probably be sitting around the police station in Ipswich, smelling the steam pipes and the disinfectant and wondering if some poor slob deserved what he was getting.”
― Robert B. Parker, The Godwulf Manucsript

“What will happen in the morning when the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out your window in the morning?
And what will happen in the evening in the forest with the weasel with the teeth that bite so sharp when you're not looking in the evening?
And all the friends that you once knew are left behind they kept you safe and so secure
amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime?
What will happen? In the morning? When the world gets so crowded that you can't look out your window in the morning?”
― Nick Drake, Remembered for a While

“If it wasn't for disappointment, I wouldn't have any appointments.”
― They Might Be Giants