He’s shutting down, compartmentalizing the pain, living in the distraction, just like the holidays: the fake Santas, the plastic trees, the annoying Christmas carols… One big song-and-dance production to sell ourselves the theater that everything’s jolly, at least for a moment. But when it’s all over, Santa’s gone back to his s***ty day job. The trees get disassembled and thrown in a closet. The music’s faded away. What then?[about Elliot]
Getting information is one thing, but how it was created, where and by whom, can often be illuminating.
What can you expect after what happened? Life throws you an error code like that, you don’t have the luxury of a f***ing pop-up explanation. So what are you supposed to do? Move on without answers, or stay down and drive yourself crazy with questions?