Status Updates From The Stones, the Crows, the ...

There are more crows on earth than you imagine, and not only in Montana. They have a whole separate world above our heads, their very own strata or layer of reality, up on the poles, the antennae, the roofs, the wires. They live on what we waste, and we waste everything. Ask the crows, and they’ll tell you. They’re right up there.

It’s astonishing how quickly self-pity emerges in a hospital room when you are not the patient.

If you’ve helped someone die, there is nothing I can tell you. If you haven’t, I don’t want to tell you.

Plans. How absurd. As though life can be predicted. As though events ever move in a straight line or people never disappear.

People have different standards for strange coincidences, as they do for interesting dreams, depending on whether they’re personally involved in them.