We’d turn our lives into a terrible adventure. A true-life horror story with a happy ending. A trial we’d survive to talk about.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

An important part of building a new culture was allowing people to complain about their past. At first, the more they complained, the worse the past would seem. But by venting, people could start to resolve the past. By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.

The government says Rant's alive because they need a villain. The kids say he's alive because they need a hero.

Women are already born so far ahead ability-wise. The day men can give birth, that's when we can start talking about equal rights.

Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.