Distorting Nostalgia

That may not be Ambergris.

I know, but it may be useful. A gate.

Maybe it's just ice.

Well I'm not going to look at it, I'm just going to put it into my mouth.

Are we getting to the end of this mystery?

What mystery? It's no mystery to me.

Don't scare people unless you need to, like I do.

See that drunken bum in the street? He's still someone's father.

Unfortunately true.

But not my Father, my Father stays dead.

Please tell me, please predict whether this may or may not happen again.

It will never happen again, the hands of the clock move forwards not in reverse. So take notes.

Writing it didn't happen, doesn't really count does it? Because it did. Happen.

I guess this is as close to the promised land as our dying flesh will come.

Venice is sinking. I always thought I'd die here, I don't know why. There's worse places I think.

Not today you won't die.

How do you know?

Because it's never too late to fill our sails.

To know the truth, knowing that the truth is always overrated.

Well we must deviate to get there, always we must deviate. There is more than one way of proceeding.

What? Through miles of fallen pathways and dead creatures? What's the point?

Bitch. Let's make it through this World together.

Okay okay, maybe I think about it. But in the dark, which one is talking?

I think you know.

I think I do. 

Let them talk.

The bombs will still fall anywhay huh?

We were never really born, we will never really die. Nothing really matters.

Just take care of me, one way or another.

I promise.

No promises, please. Just do.

You will never find the truth, but maybe you will find a truth. God I love you, I have fallen in love with you.

This could all be avoided with a little therapy. This love nonsense!

ECT? 

Yes, one more trip to Belle Vue and that's where we headed. The ECT chair.

I'm okay with that, we didn't try it out yet.

As long as it doesn't hurt.

I wonder why the guy hanged himself at Grand Central?

Attention.

Brutal.

True though.

Let's play at all the treatments, we don't want to become serial killers!

No, that's a special kind of fucked up we aren't familiar with.

A tiny prick of electricity when the brain doesn't work right. It might have helped.

But it didn't happen, so people died. Robbed of their future. For what? Some asshole who felt slighted?

And took it out on the innocent.

Give me some of that.. What is it?

MDMA.

Wow.

Prescription honey. And exactly what it takes to cure PTSD.