Samotność jest złudzeniem. Myśli człowieka krążą zawsze koło innych ludzi i łączą go z ich losem, który na próżno stara się odepchnąć.

I hope you think about me. When it’s 3am, your door is creaking and your heart is pounding out of your chest. When you hear my favorite song on the radio. When you come across that old picture of me clinging to the thing I used to love most. When you’re sitting at the bar, reminiscing over the past and everything you thought you would have achieved. When you take that girl home and you start to rip off her clothes. I want you to remember me.