Don't make the mistake of bringing your heart down here with you, there is no place for it in Furnace.
One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.
And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.
Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.
That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?
I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom—one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.