I have put my box, my towel, and my tooth all in one corner for now, in a neat pile.  I am trying to separate all the parts of my life, one per wall until all four walls are covered with the scribble of it.  There is not even toothpaste left now, and it has become apparent to me that the difference between being and not being at all may be as small as half a peach.

- Lydia Millet, My Happy Life