Your mind. It’s so placid. Straightforward. Barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control. A rocket, tearing itself to pieces trapped on the launch pad. I need a case!
Are you okay? Don’t just say you are, because I know what that means, looking sad when you think no one can see you.
What am I doing here?
Helping me make a point.
I’m supposed to be helping you pay the rent.
Yeah well this is more fun.
