“Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been.”

“My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.”

“I wondered if this was how you'd felt.I wondered if I was making myself feel how you'd felt.I knew it wasn't a choice. It was just what my mind was doing.Although I could've been fighting it more.”

“Meanwhile it's got stormy, the tattered fog even thicker, chasing across my path. Three people are sitting in a glassy tourist cafe between clouds and clouds, protected by glass from all sides. Since I don't see any waiters, it crosses my mind that corpses have been sitting there for weeks, statuesque. All this time the cafe has been unattended, for sure. Just how long have they been sitting here, petrified like this?”

“How dare you open a spaceman's helmet on an uncharted planet? My eyeballs could've been sucked from their sockets!”

“Ah, the Gilligan's Island conundrum: why were the Howells on a crappy three-hour excursion cruise in the first place, when they could've been on their diamond-encrusted yacht? And why did they bring so many clothes?" -Riley”