She got me the Amelie soundtrack. It is quite brilliant. I never talk about music, so I shall not dwell on it.
I've had to choose between pain that allows for the growth of thought and mindless happiness. I pick happy colours. There are a lot of them today, predominately grey which is most beautiful.

I throw my anonymity away bit by bit. I feel vaguely like a snake, except no new skin will ever grow back.

He has the nicest torso. I've looked hard, but there's absolutely no fat. None. I am, on the other hand, adding vast quantities of it to my body.

I have no sense of order. The racks in my mind have fallen and cluttered everything up. I don't remember where I used to keep my memory.

It is bright, and I am pleased. The coins drop into the well. The water is kind. He rides on his bicycle. She wears a black mask over her eyes, as she replaces the shoes. His pictures lie strewn around. It will end happily, and they will love forever (perhaps each other).