Our only response was to keep on going and ‘fuck everything’. Pile misery upon misery, heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile, then squirt it into a stinking, puerile vein and do it all over again.
“Let’s say since you were little, and you always dreamed of someday getting a lion, and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait, and the lion doesn’t come. Then along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe.”