I Believe In Something. But I Don't

Still, It's Nice To Have One Person Who Knows All Your Secrets.

On A Long Enough Time Line, The Survival Rate For Everyone Drops To Zero.

I Will Never Write A Sequel To Anything That I Will Ever Write.

Isn't A Kid Alive Who Doesn't Dream About Rewarding Her Folks, Or Punishing Them.

It's Creepy, But Here We Are, The Pilgrims, The Crackpots Of Our Time, Trying To Establish Our Own Alternate Reality. To Build A World Out Of Rocks And Chaos. What It's Going To Be, I Don't Know. Even After All That Rushing Around, Where We've Ended Up Is The Middle Of Nowhere In The Middle Of The Night. And Maybe Knowing Isn't The Point. Where We're Standing Right Now, In The Ruins In The Dark, What We Build Could Be Anything.