#266 September 23.

#266 September 23.

Some nights I would find myself roaming the beaches, digging up baby crabs and
eating handfuls of sand – this was in the middle of the night when the sky was
so clear that I could see the entire solar system and the sand, lit by it,
seemed almost lunar in scale. I even dragged a beached jellyfish back to the
house and microwaved it early one morning, predawn, while Evelyn slept, and what
I didn’t eat of it I fed to the chow.

-Bret Easton Ellis, “American Psycho”

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