One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm.

I just want to not be me.

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.

Every tounge bit had another word to say.

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.