This is perhaps the most creative way I have ever seen someone express a character’s self loathing without even a hint of the actual implication.

For extra irony, that bit's not even about self-loathing. Self-loathing is one of the few negative self reflective emotions that I generally don't write about.

There are a lot of reasons that things can be soiled, but if we invite others to tell us about the things that they think are dirty – we can learn a lot about them, particularly when they're not looking. Which is, of course, the best time to learn about people.

Naked lunches? Is it the lunch that is undressed or is it the lunch participant? 🦋

Everything is naked under their clothes and just under their skin.

I need to take a lesson in how to quote a post- with proper markdown ... so I can fit in to the quote-like-a-pro-steemian-club.

The secret is white space. But the secret has always been white space. That space between spaces, the space between words, the space between people, the space between things that need to be separated and between the things that don't – that's the secret.

The secret is white space.

Note to self: Snap out of it Lori there is a fine line between a doting fan and a stalker. Reply to self: shhhhh they are reading this!

I can't be stalked. I'm everywhere. Everywhere you are, that's where I am. I've been there the whole time. Every time you look behind you, I just left. Every place you leave something and go back to find it, I left a little tag.

You can't stalk me. I'm already there.