Ookka Las Pit, All These Huge Thoughts Come to Nothing

"I slit my neck at the traffic lights. Pow on the train. I suspend my non knife above my head. See what you're making me do." "My shadow is the chalk outline of a woman who did not jomp all these huge thoughts," he says. 'Without that agreed intimacy, without that agreed convention of the tend suicide or the pretend marriage, they mean nothing'