You think people out there are getting exactly what they deserve? No. They’re getting paid over or under, but someone in the chain always gets bamboozled.
Think about it, Bill. If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Yeah, maybe they’d cry for a day, but let’s be honest. No one would give a s***. They wouldn’t. The few people that would feel obligated to go to your funeral would probably be annoyed and leave as early as possible. That’s who you are. That’s what you are. You’re nothing to anyone, to everyone. Think about it, Bill, ’cause if you do, if you let yourself… You’ll know I’m telling you the truth. So instead of wasting any more of my time, I need you to go call someone that matters, because Bill, you don’t.
The lock pick. Every hacker’s favorite sport. The perfect system to crack, mostly because unlike virtual systems, when you break it, you can feel it. You can see it. You can hear it.
I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves every day. We Photoshop our warts away. We edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista’s wrong. Annihilation is all we are.
The devil’s at his strongest while we’re looking the other way, like a program running in the background silently, while we’re busy doing other s***.