Tuesday, November 20, 2007

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Nigel! Eh Nigel!

There's no part of this screen that's not moving. The screen here is so soothing, so soothing it's nauseating. But it wasn't always like this and the blues and the greens have a habit of making me think it's the first day all over again. I know it's happening, I can't stop it, I don't want to stop it, I hate that screen. All the acids flying. All the colours flying.

She's going to die. She's not, and neither is he, but she will. He'll die too.

Nigel!

'Where's my drink, mate?'

Unimportant, Nigel. Listen to me.

Why is retrieval so difficult?

'I'm still thirsty!'

'... yes, I know, Mr. Nigel, just one moment, Mr. Nigel...'

Nigel! Nigel!

She was only fourteen. Well, I do what I do.

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