Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn't make any sense.
Rumi
In 1998, when I was 14, I used to go every afternoon to eat the fries and burgers they threw out behind McDonald's. They weren’t spoiled; they had just cooled down, and to ensure quality, they’d throw them away after a certain amount of time. But after a couple of months, I had to stop because they started putting rat poison on them.