It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.
I would have done anything to feel real again.
Coffee goes great with sudden death.
A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.
Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.
I grew up in the '80s where there's a lot of these kind of post-apocalyptic, post-comet, post-whatever it was, so that always captured my imagination a lot as a little kid, that idea of getting access to secret places and being able to roam around where you're not supposed to.