Let's get lost.

Fuck.

I feel like that uncredited, nameless character opening up the front door in his underwear and facing Jimmy Gator, questioning about his daughter. How intimidating.

I guess the process had to stop somehow, some time. I guess that tattoo saying kindness is very well deserved, but all kindness has to have some kind of limit.

Fucking Plato. I could be happy enough just to live in the plane of ideas.