“It's like a fugue of evaded responsibility.”
“You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.”
“Can you evade the dying of the brightness?Or do you evade only its warning?Where are you left if you miss the message the blue nights bring?”
“Dude, you didn't fugue, you were just berserk. That's like comparing a lunatic to a pissed guy with goals.”
“We can evade reality, but we cannot evade the consequences of evading reality”
“Then you wake up in Barstow California. Another dissociative fugue. It's like time traveling. It's late November now. What ever happened at teresa is a mystery to you. In Godforsaken Barstow, where the golden state shits itself into the desert, people are eatting each other. Has it always been this way?”