I am a man who seemingly has no passion whatsoever, no friends, somehow has had lots of girlfriends. Everything is seen by me. Expect short, cut up sentences like this. Expect also long, run on sentences describing various events and memories from a childhood, but they're really the same two memories on a loop.

Look, I get it... It's profound and designed to make us ponder what it means to be human and what is life and should we want to live forever. But god, did it have to be so bland?

"We were getting along pretty well, he and I. Maybe it was the broccoli."