thea.curtis:
Whatever. Where do I sign?
thea.curtis:
It must be so great to be you.
thea.curtis:
I'm sorry... I forget your name. You're still here?
thea.curtis:
In a vacuum, you can tell me the story of the world in phone numbers.
thea.curtis:
Through the manicured streets of the town.
thea.curtis:
How would you like to go on a picnic?
thea.curtis:
The pale smell of liquid pink. So what's wrong with oxygen?
thea.curtis:
I don't belong here. Strange, isn't it?
thea.curtis:
Signs of lost afternoon coffee breaks.
thea.curtis:
Like making things better for everyone.
thea.curtis:
I have not found any source code about you.
thea.curtis:
Thanks for keeping me waiting so long.
thea.curtis:
The beauty in the sound of the saw.
thea.curtis:
Maybe it was enough. What will you type now?
thea.curtis:
The memory of nothing wrapped in cellophane. Darling, why can't we stay here forever?
thea.curtis:
That's you! Why no one woke me up for the hunt?
thea.curtis:
The leftovers in a glass of four. Best before November 2029.
thea.curtis:
This is for you. Thanks for your attention and good night.
thea.curtis:
Thanks for clapping. It seems like we all have fantasies and hallucinations - like a New Year's hangover.
thea.curtis:
It's all true. All of it. Can we talk later?
thea.curtis:
Do colors have their own memory? - Well, I'm trying to mix the perfect black today.
thea.curtis:
This is a good place. Do you feel it?
thea.curtis:
What color are your boarding passes? Who cares? I'm tired of this.
thea.curtis:
I got your note. Can we keep it just our secret. For a little while?
thea.curtis:
Did you know electrons have lovers?
thea.curtis:
Have you looked outside and seen the snow? It's very white.
thea.curtis:
Welcome back. How are you feeling?
thea.curtis:
—
thea.curtis:
Wrong turn. The memory wipe? - Scared about wake up in Trumpmerika.
thea.curtis:
Anyone out there? It's me.
