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Merle 2022-11-21 10:27:23

"Everything is more complicated than you think, and you only see a little bit of the truth. Every decision you make drives thousands of relationships and you can choose to ruin your life at any time. , but maybe you won't understand it in 20 years, and you may never be able to trace it back to the beginning, and you only have one chance to do it well. Everyone says that there is no such thing as destiny, there is only something you create. Even if the world turns year after year, you are only a tiny piece of this 1 second, and most of your time is left behind or before. But when you are alive you just wait in vain, waste a few minutes Ten years of waiting for a phone call or a letter or a meeting from someone or something to reassure yourself that it never will or seems to happen but it really won't. So again you take the time to go Dazed regret or vague hope that something good will happen next. Makes you feel not isolated, makes you feel present, makes you feel loved, and the truth is that I'm angry, and the truth It's me that's sad and the truth is that I feel like I've been hurt for so many fucking years and at the same time I've been pretending I'm okay to adjust and I don't know why. Maybe it's because no one wants to hear me miserable suffer because they have their own misfortunes."

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  • Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.

  • [over radio]

    Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.

    Millicent Weems: Walk.

    Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...

    Millicent Weems: Gone.