"We're all in this, like, constant wrestling match with biology, and the reality of our environment, and the utter ridiculousness of the fucking universe. The whole thing. It's constantly weighing on you. When I drive home, every fucking time I drive anywhere, at some point in the drive, I'll roll down the window … and I look up, and I just want to see forever. And I just want to stick my fucking head out, and know that, that this goes on forever, right from here, forever, little perspective shot. Boom. Roll the window back up. None of it makes sense! It's all crazy! And if you're really paying attention to the whole thing, and pretending that everything's moving along fine and I'm in this temporary body, with no idea of what's next, but that's okay, I'm gonna raise a bunch of other temporary beings, and we're gonna fucking drive around, and spend money, which doesn't even mean anything, because it's based on confidence, and it's just ones and zeroes in a data bank somewhere, and hopefully no one's manipulating it! I want to get what I earn! And you just keep going 'til your fucking heart stops."