At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.

We can hear others, and we can travel with them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system, like so many leaves of grass. But the game makes me wonder wheter we can really ever fully become another.

People always get used to beauty though.

And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her mom in those last moments as she spent as a person.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!

I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance.