← Good grief. So that’s your day. And outside? 🔊✎
← You must have a day off. Where do you go? 🔊✎
← Eyes open. Forever. It will be eternal day in my eyes. And in my head. 🔊✎
← But these couches are so ugly. And look how they’re arranged, it’s like it’s New Year’s Day and I’m making my duty call to Aunt Marie. I suppose we have one each. This one’s mine? 🔊✎
← She’s come to the barracks as she does every day. They never let her in. 🔊✎
← And then you had your reputation to think of. One day he turned up, he begged you to leave, and you laughed in his face. 🔊✎
← I paced round my cell, all night, all day. From the window to the door, from the door to the window. I spied on myself. I tracked my movements. It feels like I spent a whole life cross-examining myself, but all I found was what I’d done. 🔊✎
← Aargh, if I could just go back and see them for a single day … I’d put them in their place! 🔊✎
← There’ve been days when you looked into yourself and saw what was in your heart, and it almost paralysed you. And in the morning, all you could do was think normal thoughts, and you couldn’t understand the strange and terrible things you’d glimpsed the day before. 🔊✎