With his hands in his pockets, he barely remembers his divorced wife's face. That's not important. Memories are of no importance to him, and he doesn't need to remember, just as the train only moves forwards, it wouldn't go the other way. Every ride is a final ride. "Excuse me,...
These things exist because they exist, and will do whatever it is they do. I think that’s the problem we have, we want there to be some great plot or underlying reason for this. There’s not. We are alone, and the universe does not care. At least, I sincerely hope it doesn’t...