Barry: Dispassionate Clear
I’m too tired for insight, too strong for solace, too clear for words, too resonant for silence, too old for wonder, too lucid.
Eliza: Breathing
There is always something to distract us, something urgent, usually unpleasant, so I’m going to say this really fast, before I lose your attention: last night I heard the roar of the planet spinning on its axis, the deafening breath of an enormous creature.
Amelia: Different
Never had fall been more beautiful, a symphony of warm colors, like a nature’s embrace, and it made her feel loved by a love higher than this world.
Samantha: Chat
Are you there God?
It’s me, Francis.
Barry: I See
I could buy the story that the world is wicked, that mankind is desperate and alone.