There was a woman, she was hiding with her baby and some men with knives came. They killed her and they took her baby […] That baby was Edgar and I was the man with the knife. I killed Edgar’s mother.
And crawling on the planet’s face, some insects called the human race. Lost in time. And lost in space… and meaning.
but when we find love, no matter how wrong, how sad or how terrible, we cling to it. it gives us our strength. it holds us upright. it feeds on us and we feed on it.