Welp in the end I'm still trying because I like it here. If my works now feel fucked sorry, it's glaze. But we live in times that try to take away joy anyway.
Jonathan: You feel nothing do you, no empathy for your victims at all?
Seymour: You seem pretty calm yourself, don't ya?
Jonathan: We are not talking about me.
Seymour: That right? Well, our calm's the only thing we have in common then.
oh my god. oh my fucking god why. why is his voice like that-