Our Numbered Days

by Neil Hilborn

I think that the genes for being an artist and mentally ill aren’t just related, they are the same gene, but try telling that to a bill collector.

But isolation is not safety, it is death.

I have thought and thought myself into corners made of words, nightmares, and what has it gotten me but more thoughts, a currency that only buys more currency.

I feel like I’ve spent my whole life in transit.