Ian Reid
- Hope
One likes to think there is always hope. It is a uniquely human fantasy that things will get better, born, perhaps, of the uniquely human understanding that things will not. There's no way to know for certain, but I suspect humans are the only animals that know the inevitability of their own death. Other animals live in the present. Humans cannot. So they invented hope.
Iain Reid
- I'm Thinking of Ending Things
I'm thinking of ending things. Once this thought arrives, it stays. It sticks. It lingers. It dominates. There's not much I can do about it. Trust me. It doesn't go away. It's there whether I like it or not. It's there when I eat. When I go to bed. It's there when I sleep. It's there when I wake up. It's always there. Always.
