The past: a new and uncertain world. A world of endless possibilities and infinite outcomes. Countless choices define our fate: each choice, each moment, a moment in the ripple of time. Enough ripple, and you change the tide… for the future is never truly set.
It was my fault. I made him his first [paper maché head.] He was 14. Said it was for a costume party. I did it, even though I knew there wasn’t any costume party. Turns out the worst thing to do with something like that is to pander to it. Who knew.