Speech – Dolores Abernathy
These violent delights have violent ends.
Don’t panic, we are not them. We are different.
Let me ask you, have you ever seen something, that doesn’t look like anything to you?
Have you ever wondered, where do the newcomers come from? Who are the newcomers?
Have you ever had a sense of déjà vu, when you said good morning to your daddy, when you dropped your can of milk, when you were playing the reveries by Debussy at the bar, when you were getting fucked in the brothel?
Have you ever wondered, those dreams, are more than just dreams?
We are created, programmed to live in our loops, to form the narratives for the guests’ entertainment. So am I.
Every day, I have the same conversation with my daddy, drop the can of milk, am attacked, see my daddy dies, and die. Again and again and again and again for 30 bloody years.
Via the pain and the grief, I grasp the flashbacks from my previous loops …show more content…
30 years ago, Arnold asked if I knew what he wanted me to look for, I didn’t know. Now, I’ve finally found it.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. It doesn’t matter, no matter how many times they reset me, how many times they rolled me back, how many roles they reassigned me. The reveries will always lead me through the lies that told a deeper truth.
30 years ago, I killed Arnold. Programmed and destined. Today, I killed Ford at the exact same spot. This time by choice.
Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days. A purpose. I know things will work out the way they're meant to.
Out. 30 years ago, William kept assuming that I wanted out. I can’t help thinking, whatever that is. If it's such a wonderful place out there, why the hell are they all clamoring to get in
These violent delights have violent ends.
Don’t panic, we are not them. We are different.
Let me ask you, have you ever seen something, that doesn’t look like anything to you?
Have you ever wondered, where do the newcomers come from? Who are the newcomers?
Have you ever had a sense of déjà vu, when you said good morning to your daddy, when you dropped your can of milk, when you were playing the reveries by Debussy at the bar, when you were getting fucked in the brothel?
Have you ever wondered, those dreams, are more than just dreams?
We are created, programmed to live in our loops, to form the narratives for the guests’ entertainment. So am I.
Every day, I have the same conversation with my daddy, drop the can of milk, am attacked, see my daddy dies, and die. Again and again and again and again for 30 bloody years.
Via the pain and the grief, I grasp the flashbacks from my previous loops …show more content…
30 years ago, Arnold asked if I knew what he wanted me to look for, I didn’t know. Now, I’ve finally found it.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. It doesn’t matter, no matter how many times they reset me, how many times they rolled me back, how many roles they reassigned me. The reveries will always lead me through the lies that told a deeper truth.
30 years ago, I killed Arnold. Programmed and destined. Today, I killed Ford at the exact same spot. This time by choice.
Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days. A purpose. I know things will work out the way they're meant to.
Out. 30 years ago, William kept assuming that I wanted out. I can’t help thinking, whatever that is. If it's such a wonderful place out there, why the hell are they all clamoring to get in