He Thinks Things Through Too Much.

Over My Pile Of Ashes

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

I Knew It Would Begin With The End, And The End Would Look Like Death To These Eyes. I Had Been Warned.

Try Not To Trip. We Don’t Have Time For A Concussion Today.

Tonight The Sky Was Utterly Black. Perhaps There Was No Moon Tonight—a Lunar Eclipse, A New Moon. A New Moon. I Shivered, Though I Wasn't Cold.