I wish I could say that some good came from what I did,” she says in a voiceover, “in truth, I left the world a more dangerous place.
World’s not a playground. Teach your kid to look out for herself.
I’m just gonna go flip the breaker.
Things, uh. Escalated.
If you awaken (from this illusion) and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death, or shall I say death implies life? You can feel yourself, (not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental).
