laura

1) I LOVE HIS ACCENT. IT’S BEAUTIFUL.

Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom - Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home - Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

The living tell the dying not to leave, and the dying do not listen. The dying tell us not to be sad for them, and we do not listen. The dialogue between the living and the dead is full of misunderstanding and silence.

my name is Cow; wen man with sheeld with hevy tred disturbs my feeld, i feer no stycke, i do not stop – i lowr my hed.

And another bonus:

Now that we’ve moved into the animated realm-

me: *looks at myself in the mirror*