“Something, someone, some spirit was pursing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that we probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?”
please, curtains in, start us off you swing first, sorry, i don’t know what i said but you’re crying now again and that only makes it worse
let me do my job
sylvia, get your head out of the oven go back to screaming and cursing remind me again how everyone betrayed you sylvia, get your head out of the covers let me take your temperature you can throw the thermometer right back at me if that’s what you want to do, okay?
please, please calm down steady out, i’m terrified sorry, i want us to ally but you swing on little knives they’re only sharp on one side
let me do my job sylvia, can’t you see what you are doing? can’t you see i’m scared to speak and i hate my voice because it only makes you angry
sylvia, i only talk when you are sleeping that’s when i tell you everything and i imagine that somehow you’re going to hear me