In the end, what truly matters—what accumulates like snow in a storm—is not the grand narratives of conquering other worlds, revolutions, or messiahs, but rather the individuals and the connections we forge with one another. That is what gives our lives meaning.
You look lonely, I can fix that.
You imagined it was you.
You Look Like A Good Joe.
Interlinked.
You've done fine without one", "What's that?", "A soul
