"So you look for patterns because that’s what humans do to try and make sense of things. In hope of some divine order. And you look in movies and songs and the things that you read for symbols, points and swirls that match your own. But the only real pattern there is, is the one you make when you hold up a mirror. And reflect."
you were a kid somewhere with long hair drinking in parking lot you’ve got your car you’ve got your reasons you got your favorite restaurant The flesh is shed eat bread instead and you’ll never thirst again While I grow old, you grow wild