It’s my first time processing that there aren’t actually walls on the inside of the drawers. There are corpses all around me.
I have to sit very, very still in order to not touch them.
I feel sick.
We have watched Shrek five times now.
That means it’s been, what …
Five hours? Does that add up?
I’ve been trying to remember anything about Shrek 2 for you, but I can only really remember the scene where he’s in bed looking up at the poster, and then you start to cry, so I stop and go back to the first movie.
“I don’t care what everyone likes. Ogres are not like cakes.”
We like that scene. We rewind to it a few times.
“I don’t care what everyone–“
God damn it. What?
“I don’t care what everyone likes. Ogres are–“