I'd been in Sacramento a day and already noticed the pervasiveness of its homeless problem. The city seemed like California without the masks or pretense: a place where dreams were occasionally made but mostly torn apart.

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.

I felt like we were a family and our family was being torn apart, and I didn't want it torn apart any more.

Often the art in a video game is like glorified Thomas Kinkade, but some of it is genuinely enchanting and compelling.

Be carefull if you'r trying to get to my heart, you could cut yourself on the pieces from last time you torn it apart

After all, what was adult life but one moment of weakness piled on top of another? Most people just fell in line like obedient little children, doing exactly what society expected of them at any given moment, all the while pretending that they’d actually made some sort of choice.