Heading for the Southern Coast
to spend a day with family...

You can't hate your country.
You think you do...

Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...

Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

I threw
all my stones...

You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...

Let me tell you
about the struggle...

It isn't going very well.
I'm not myself...

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

He grabbed his notes from
the underground, fingers brushing...

I'm selfish
when it comes to you...

I want to roll
in mud and smell...