Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.