You'd Look Better as a Ghost

by Joanna Wallace

did the fish know they were swimming through years of shit?

When ordinary people feel the need to announce how funny a thing is, the only thing you can be sure of is that the thing will not be funny at all.

“I’m sorry,” laughs the doctor, “I’m all out of niceness pills.”

It’s never OK for a grown woman to wear a headband.

I can’t have been the first person who wanted to kill her.

“Is it possible that a person can present an image to the world that is so completely at odds with who they truly are?”

I’ve always been fascinated by this particular aspect of human nature—the insatiable need to be envied and admired.

I’m not sure whether a fear of God can ever be used as a reliable judge of character.