• Shake hands with time, before it’s too late. That’s what I’ve always said. But I have hands. If you don’t, then you couldn’t understand it. That’s probably why you don’t know what a moon even is, you don’t have hands, do you?
  
  Why is that important?
  
  …
  
  …let me get back to you on that one.

• Love is a mystery. Right? Why is there even love at all? Wait, do you love me? No, I thought as much. And I don’t love you either, but I could. Maybe. If things were different, maybe. So, I guess the codes are sort of like that, right? They’re one way, but they could be different, depending on how they are.
  
  Who writes the code? Isn’t there some sort of God character that everyone makes up, sort of like the stupid word “cute”? I guess God is the ultimate unreal concept. Master of nothing and all of that.
  
  So maybe God wrote the code for this “moon”. I mean, if we’re going to keep going based on the assumption that a moon can even be real, well we may as well also assume that this God person-thing is real too.

• I was a dreamer, once. So, I think I know what you’re getting at, but it’s been so long. I want to dream again. More than anything, I’d love to see this moon for myself. But I can’t change anymore. It’s been so long, I’ve thrown away all of my dreams, I’ve given up on myself.
  
  I can’t even find the strength to look for this “sky” to pray towards.
  
  God? He isn’t on my side. And I don’t blame him. Why would you choose to stagnate alongside me?
  
  I request to be ejected from this talk. Preferably by physical undoing, thank you very much.