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Edited by bookbandit at 27-10-2017 09:48 PM
"This is what I mean when I'm talking about time, and death, and futility. There are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. About 14 straight hours of staring at dead bodies, these are the things you think of. You look in their eyes, even in a picture. Doesn't matter if they are dead or alive. You can still read them, and you know what you see? They welcomed it. Not at first, but right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief, see, because they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time, and they saw in that last nanosecond, they saw what they were, that you, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never anything but a jerry-rig of presumption, and dumb will, and you could just let go. Finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight to realize that all your life, you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, the dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person."
~ True Detective ~
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