Resolution

It matters, yes? The fact we're alive, it matters. I've had hours and years and decades to think about this, and my conclusion is, we matter. You, me, we mean something. Paul Hester's death has shaken this resolution, but I'm holding fast. Bugger him. Bugger him, the poor bastard. God bless, et cetera, but mainly I'm thinking (God forgive me) fuck you, you bastard! How could you?!

Living matters. Do whatever you have to. Stay here. Face it.