It's strange to live in a place where bananas are in short supply and the people so sad. It makes time seem to pass very slowly.
"I swim backwards dreaming my life, half-alive and half-sober. I hear a piano playing a song of tears. Skeletons are frozen in place on the street. Time is locked inside abandoned buildings. I see the broken future through their open windows. Here in New Jersey the angels inside me are fleeing the House of Flames."