I cram too much into pauses. Our lives are better because we can change. The hope for change stuffs into our pauses, cushioning us. But what happened to those two makes me want to lance all that festering hope out so there's no more change ever. Someone became a killer and someone became dead.

And that's the secret of violence. Violent people don't know about change. They can't imagine their lives any other way. The fluid blurry world moves around them and they understand shit. I love the fluid blurry world so I have to live with how you can become a killer or dead.