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.