“We aint a sharp species. We kill each other over arguments about what happens when you die, then fail to see the fucking irony in that.”
“When we die our argument dies with us. The argument we never articulated well enough, that we were failed by our parents, and the schools, and the state. The cause of death is the missing safety net.”
“I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don't know what happens next, afterward.”
“Things are really fucked up right now. We hardly see each other anymore and when we do, we go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed”
“When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.”
“He said, “You misunderstand. We did not kill the nuggies and the other folk hereabouts. They see us, and then they commonly die.” “Of what?” I asked. “Of embarrassment.”