THE PAST is a GAPING PIT, the SHAFT of a DARK elevator - sometimes - all you can do is... HIT ROCK BOTTOM. You hit the key for the high rise, living your penthouse life with your penthouse dreams, the city like stars out of the vista of your lobby. And them. Bang. The muzak stops playing.
And you fall - you always fall.
The past is a gaping pit, the maw of an elevator shaft, and even if we rise, we only ever delay the fall.
Get up, Special Agent Jackal
The ground floor is no place to die
>OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING>SPECIAL AGENT JACKAL TO ACT>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cznpPMomJXw 