This Is Awful. I Don't

There Is No Answer. It's Okay. But Even If It Wasn't Okay, What Am I Supposed To Do?

Don’t Complain, Don’t Explain.

A Man Can Go Along Obeying All The Rules And Then It Don't Matter A Damn Anymore.

Something’s Died In Me,” She Goes. “it Took A Long Time For It To Do It, But It’s Dead. You’ve Killed Something, Just Like You’d Took An Axe To It. Everything Is Dirt Now.

I've Crossed Some Kind Of Invisible Line. I Feel As If I've Come To A Place I Never Thought I'd Have To Come To. And I Don't Know How I Got Here. It's A Strange Place. It's A Place Where A Little Harmless Dreaming And Then Some Sleepy, Early-morning Talk Has Led Me Into Considerations Of Death And Annihilation.