It’s like staring at a clear window.

Breaking its glass won’t change anything.

It’s still the same.

Like nothing’s broken.

Whatever you do, people will see you the way they see you.

I am not afraid that you will forget me when I die.

When I die, I will forget you.

All of you.

All of these things.

The same way you will.

Everyone that’s alive is in oblivion.

That’s the truth.