Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.
We think we’re in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past.
What we hoped was that we could stop the coming end of the world.
What can you pay for the way a man lives? What can you pay for what a man is?
Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.
I had to keep on acting deaf if i wanted to hear at all.