
“doesn’t it ever get old?” he asked, leaning against a wall. “you know, waking up day after day, and doing the exact same thing?”

“doesn’t it ever get old?” he asked, leaning against a wall. “you know, waking up day after day, and doing the exact same thing?”

“you see, i’ve learned one little truth in this world, an’ it’s not that humanity has it’s faults. nor is it that they can be better.” a pause. “it’s just that they don’t care. not really.”