Now Is The Autumn Of Our Ennui.

Someday You Will Die, And Until You Know That, You're Useless To Me.

We're All Trapped. It's Always 1734. All Of Us, We're Stuck In The Same Time Capsule, The Same As Those Television Shows Where The Same People Are Marooned On The Same Desert Island For Thirty Seasons And Never Age Or Escape. They Just Wear More Makeup. In A Creepy Way, Those Shows Are Maybe Too Authentic.

People Are All Over The World Telling Their One Dramatic Story And How Their Life Has Turned Into Getting Over This One Event. Now Their Lives Are More About The Past Than Their Future.

There Are Worse Things You Can Do To The People You Love Than Kill Them. The Regular Way Is Just To Watch The World Do It. Just Read The Newspaper.

I'm Sorry If This All Seems A Little Rushed And Desperate. It Is.