How many of you have considered that living here doesn't anything at all?

Maybe we're like... uhh....

[struggles to articulate his thoughts.]

Like ghosts. Of ourselves. And we've got this place like... a... nexus? Yeah. I think that's the scientific word...

So we're just little remnants of thoughts or dreams or something.

[shoves hands in his pockets and goes to hit his head against a wall.]

I don't know. Forget I said anything.