There’s no savior here. Especially not at 1:15 a.m.
Aren’t 3,000 lives worth a miracle to a good and all-powerful god?
Let the park live in you until it sings you a song.
ERIC: What are you always writin’ in that book anyway?RODNEY: Poetry.TYRONE: Poetry?Rodney stops sketching and sentimentally flips through a few dozen pages of sketches and handwritten poems and notes.RODNEY: Poetry and pictures. Snapshots of our...