“You’re born. You get thrown onto this crazy contraption called life that just goes around and around.” “People are the luggage in this theory?” “Yes.” “Go on.” “Sometimes you fall off prematurely. Sometimes you get so damaged by other pieces of luggage falling on your head that you don’t really function anymore. Sometimes you get lost or forgotten and go around forever and ever.” “What about the ones that get picked up?” “They go on to lead unextraordinary lives in a closet somewhere.”
