NEET temporality in general is distinct from "regular" time, there are in general no events that make each day distinct, nor are there any deadlines or milestones by which to measure things, discrete temporal units of measurement break down into a boundless, homogeneous ocean.
Terminally tragic how, at one point, some Marxists even affirmed a birth strike and, today, Marxism is just lifeslop: mandating nothing but an ever-increasing number of people, ever-prolonging their lives, and ever-increasing their utility. Pure Liberalism. Perhaps worse.
ONE DAY I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE - Black smoke rises from the burning message.
INLAND EMPIRE - What if the words are not directed at the people of Martinaise, or even the Coalition aerostatics above the city -- they're meant for something above even those...
YOU - "Wait, but *why* do you forgive me?"
CUNO - "Listen-listen, Cuno's just big like that. Doesn't need that bitch-ass melodrama. Cuno fires and forgets. Cuno forgives and moves on."
EMPATHY - He doesn't have anyone in the world.