MEASUREHEAD - "SO… WOMEN, HUH?" The Semenese supraman stretches on the couch like a giant tattooed cat.
INLAND EMPIRE - The room feels soporific in its silence, dust particles twirling around in the air.
YOU - "I don’t really like women, only their rights."
YOU - "Fuck you, I have a *vast* soul and she will always come back to it."
INLAND EMPIRE - What was that? Who's the *she*? And why do you feel so *bad' suddenly...
VOLITION - No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it’s still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You’re still alive.
DOLORES DEI - She is not kissing you back.
YOU - But I succeeded..
SUGGESTION - This was not about failure or success. This was always going to be horror. I should not have suggested it, and you should not have listened to me.