Sometimes I’m someone else and then I come back, but I still feel them. All of them. I’ve been many people. I can hear them, sometimes suddenly. I’m all of them, but none of them is me. Do you know who’s real?
You were right. This is a place where horrible things happen. You were right to go. You’re probably escaping disaster…But, I figure this place has given me as much as it’s taken from me. I’ve lived here just as much as I’ve survived here. It just depends on how I look at it.