He Hasn't Accepted His Death. He Is

You Can’t Miss Your Schedule. Every Morning, You’re Supposed To Stick Your Right Arm In This Contraption In The Wall. It Tattoos The Smooth Inside Of Your Forearm With Your Schedule For The Day In A Sickly Purple Ink. 7:00—breakfast. 7:30—kitchen Duties. 8:30—education Center, Room 17. And So On. The Ink Is Indelible Until 22:00—bathing

You Know, I Think This Is The First Time We've Ever Done Anything Normal Together.

If You Are Not Trying To Hold On To Time, You Are Not So Afraid Of Losing It.

As Long As You Can Find Yourself, You’ll Never Starve.

I Drag Myself Out Of Nightmares Each Morning And Find There's No Relief In Waking.