“I think about my daughter now, and what she was spared. Sometimes I feel grateful. The doctor said she didn’t feel a thing; went straight into a coma. Then, somewhere in that blackness, she slipped off into another deeper kind. Isn’t that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child? Trouble with dying later is you’ve already grown up. The damage is done, it’s too late.”
True Detective, Season One – “Seeing Things” (2014) dir. Cary Fukunaga
forgot how much I used to have Rust walk around naked in wwg like it weren’t nothing but a thing lol. Marty always flustered like “put some damn clothes on, the neighbors are gonna see you” and “what have you personally got against the concept of wearing pajamas”
I fancy that behind those blinds in Rust’s apartment there’s a sliding glass door, and beyond that sliding glass door there’s a pool and when Rust can’t sleep he gets up from that mattress on the floor and shuffles outside and swims laps – naked – from one side to the other and back, again and again, trying to exhaust himself so that he can sleep. Sometimes he’s still, sometimes he floats, sometimes he sinks. Sometimes he tries to stay at the bottom. Tries to hold his breath. Too long. Considers drowning. Then suddenly comes up for air, gasping and disappointed. He lacks the constitution. Then he swims to the edge. Reaches for his cigarettes. He flips open his lighter and the metal sings. The sparks ignites a flame. He smokes and water drips from his hair.
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