My parents got divorced when I was,
uh, five years old and I saw my father
about three times a year
after that. And when he found out
that he had cancer he decided to,
to bring me here and he gives
me this big pink seashell
and he says to me,
"Son, the answers are
all inside of this." And I'm all like
"What?" And then I realize…
I realize that the shell is empty.
There's no point to any of this,
it's all
just a, a random lottery
of meaningless tragedy
and a series of near escapes.
So I take pleasure in
the detail, you know,
a Quarter Pounder with cheese,
those are good.
The sky about ten minutes
before it started to rain.
A moment when your laughter
becomes a cackle.
And I sit back and I ride
my own melt.