I don't remember the last time that I felt normal. There's nothing out here that makes you feel like there's any sense of consistency in... anything. Literally nothing has total consistency day-to-day. I mean, we have enough that we can keep it together, it's not like my car turns into a walrus. I mean, I guess hypothetically it could, but it hasn't yet.

It used to make me laugh, but it's not funny anymore.

O4-11 told me last week, when they let him out of the Algerian denim mines last week, that the silly forces have penetrated the Earth too, and there isn't anything bad anymore. There isn't anything good, either, but there's nothing wrong

There's only one thing I know for sure anymore.

We should have never pushed that fucking button.