If you live long enough you realize that everything that happens to us is all the same illusion, the same shit, the same celestial joke. Things don’t really end, they just stop for a while and then they start up again, like a bad record. There are no new chapters in your book, there’s just the one long fairy story – the same stupid story we tell ourselves and which, mistakenly, we call life. Nothing is ever really over until we’re dead.
