I'm too young to have experienced firsthand the '70s rock, but when I was in high school, me and my friends were super into Neil Young. That was the grunge era, and he was considered cool again.

What kind of idiot would knowingly date a girl named Knives?

I’m sometimes sort of in touch with the readership, and they seem to have perceptive questions, for the most part.

Don’t listen to her, Scott. She notices things.

Dude... Things never were the same. Change is... It’s what we get. I guess that’s my problem – I’m always trying to beat the clock; outrun the universe... Like nothing can change me, as long as I change first. I feel like I’m in this river, just getting swept along... And if I hold on to anyone, if I’m holding on for dear life, I’m not getting anywhere. I’m stuck... I never wanted to get stuck.

Maybe all these desperate clashing feelings I’m feeling are just random brain activity, maybe I’m just delusional. But there are things that I miss, and things that I feel like I should be seeing and feeling every time I turn around, and I just keep turning and turning and turning, and there’s nothing.

I’m everyone everywhere with you without you unbound set free in limbo lost at sea.

You’re not a monster. You’re a mirror.

There are things we can’t change, and we just have to accept that. And maybe that’s some kind of grace.

My readership seems to be the sensitive people, for the most part. Then there are the occasional fans who are like, “Ah, video games!”