Give yourself time. Ideas'll come. Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.

The wind whistling through boarded-up windows. Tumbleweeds scratching across dry, sandy tracks. That's how towns die. Not with a bang, but with whispers and whimpers.

V: Don't look like your typical Chinese chef...
Keisuke: And you don't look like a typical fuckin' customer.

You get to a certain age, you drop all your illusions. Life just gets easier from there.

The boys have prepared everything and found me a lamb. Blood will course through the fiberoptics, swirling and blending with the digital, opening the gates of the abyss. Death within arm's reach, the metallic taste of his scythe on my tongue, I will tug at the tangled cables of Fate. A hard reset, a blue screen, a brain reformatted... I'm ready. Luck be with me.