Out, damn light.

I can just imagine him sitting there, singing this.

Or her, recounting her story, like this.

I am privileged, I am.

RIP.

Without Linkin Park, I would be much less of a human being today.

Please, please talk to someone if you're feeling exhausted with it all. You are not alone.

Thoughts.

He was afraid. The defences he had put up - painstakingly, brick by brick, had been so easily dismantled with one casual swoop.

He could not believe that there was actually someone who could be thinking the exact same thoughts at the exact same time, that thought the exact same way, and had the exact same fears as he did. He wondered, how someone could have been so near, yet so far, all his life.

Yet he had grown cynical, scarred, bitter, and was too aware from his observed experiences that emotions could not always overcome circumstances.

He intellectualised, rationalised.

But then his heart actually ached; his mind, scrambled.

He knew, then, that a leap of faith was needed; he was reminded, that if accompanied, it could be slightly less daunting, and the results, unimaginable.

And so he jumped.

Head for Supplies.

Because a love song doesn't need to be mushy.

Department Q.

I've always looked at those kids thinking...what silly fools. So full of dreams.
They have no idea.

But maybe it doesn't matter.


And that's how you end a film.