Holiday Murdoch

You haven't provided shit.

And what's crazy is the name's... We don't have to act like children just because the lights went out.

Can't tear my eyes from you.

I don't think I believe in crazy, really.

If an idea works, it works, and if it doesn't, it shouldn't matter how it sounds.

But do you remember that great master I studied under a few years ago?

He had himself convinced enough for all of us, trust me.

But he did tell me this beautiful story about a spiritual wanderer whose lover died when they were both very young.

So she trained.

She trained for years on end to separate herself from her physical body to travel everywhere else.

Everywhere that's real, that matters, but that you can't touch.

Well... Let me finish.

She finds him, eventually.

But when she returns to her body, she sees that it's nothing but a pile of bones.

She'd been gone searching for a thousand years, but the journey had meant so much to her that she hadn't noticed the time pass her by.

I think... I think if I could ever find that kind of strength within myself, that's the kind of thing I might do for love.

Even if people think it's... crazy.

Yikes!

Do you remember the hair?

Cornhawk.