• 01.07 ㅤ The thing lay still

This horror that had been Lestat... I stared helplessly at it. The thing lay still.

• 02.02 ㅤ Do you know what it means to be loved by death

If there was no me... And there was no him... Who would you be? What do you want? How are you going to get there?

• 02.05 ㅤ Don't be afraid, just start the tape

I am the quiet you've been longing for. After all the garishness of life, the jostling, the clawing... The dull thrum of desperation in you. “Will I get the fixes I need? Will I be somebody? Will I get the fixes I need to be somebody?” But, Daniel, you already know who you'll be. An ugly duplex back in Modesto. A job in an office with drab carpets and flickering lights. A woman in the mold of your mother, vacuuming on valium. A genteel drinking problem, like your father. Your wife counting down your thrusts. Your children shying away from you. All the confidence and hope of your youth replaced by a seething, boiling regret. Until one day, you're at a traffic light. The light turns green, horns honking. You don't move. Horns honking. You don't move. Shh-shh-shh. A comfortable chair in a room that slants to the north. An easeful death. Rest. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It'll feel like a bath. Rest. Like honey on your tongue. It is the comfort we all long for. The end. Rest.