This is what I’m talking about. This is what I mean when I’m talking about time and death and futility. There are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. Fourteen straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn’t matter if they’re dead or alive, you can still read them. And you know what you see? They welcomed it. Not at first, but right there in the last instant. It’s an unmistakable relief. See, because they were afraid and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just let go. And they saw in that last nanosecond, they saw what they were, that you, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never anything but a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will. And you could just let go, finally now that you didn’t have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life; all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain; it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream: a dream you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it. ©

@музыка: Hurts – The Road

@темы: сериаломания, прекрасные мужчины, цитаты, Matthew McConaughey, безумству храбрых поём мы славу, True Detective, минутка оптимизма с Растом Коулом