You know what’s worse than leaving? Returning. Telling yourself that your experiences are over and it’s time to go home. Finding everything just as you left it. Nothing has changed. Except ourselves.

I'm looking for the labyrinth. The form that Dedalus gave me to the most disturbing question: How much of us is thought, reason, intellect... and how much delirium, hallucination, madness... and how much is a monster. The failure of every plan. A path with no way out.

You can get attached to plants when you lose faith in people.

You know what's worse than leaving? Returning. Telling yourself that your experiences are over and it's time to go home. Finding everything just as you left it. Nothing has changed. Except ourselves.