Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

After all this, I won't start to hate you.