INLAND EMPIRE - You're just as alone as the last time. Whatever kept you company in this world -- what kept you safe -- has left your side, never to return again.
DOLORES DEI - "Can't you see how kind and beautiful everything is?"
YOU - "Beautiful world. Beautiful aerodrome."
DOLORES DEI - "See?" She smiles -- as if a weight is lifted off her shoulders.
EMPATHY - The weight is you and your hate.
COMPOSURE - Take a deep breath. You've done some reading these past few days. But you also know there's more to life than what you find in books…
ENDURANCE - You've survived things these kids can't even imagine. They've got nothing on you.
COMPOSURE - Chin up. You've got this.
“The new James Bond game doesn’t have enough kissing hot girls and his boss is DEI,” I say to my microwave as a frozen dinner turns in slow circles, each rotation another sliver taken away from my soul
SHIVERS - All around you, rain falls on the great city of Revachol. Rain drips from the eaves and floods the gutters, washing the filth away. Winter's grip on the city is loosening. The spring thaw is here.
INLAND EMPIRE - Some sadness comes crashing over you like a bad dream.
YOU - "I don't know. I don't know what's going on with me. Something's coming apart."
COMPOSURE - Take a deep breath. You've done some reading these past few days. But you also know there's more to life than what you find in books…
ENDURANCE - You've survived things these kids can't even imagine. They've got nothing on you.
COMPOSURE - Chin up. You've got this.
YOU - “So let me guess…he's *disco*?”
WORKING CLASS WOMAN - “Oh, thank god, no!” She nearly begins to laugh.
HALF LIGHT - Hold on! Did she just laugh at your disco pants?