-there was something in her, something that was...pure horror. Everything you were supposed to watch out for. Heights, fire, shards of glass, snakes, Everything that his mom tried so hard to keep him safe from.

She showed her true face - there was something in it that was... Pure Horror

The orchestra strikes up with ‘Stockholm in My Heart’, and everyone joins in. Hands sway in the air, mobile phone cameras are raised. A wonderful feeling of togetherness. It will be another fifteen minutes until, with meticulous premeditation, the whole thing is torn to shreds. Let us sing along for the time being. We have a long way to go before we return here. Only when the journey has softened us up, when we are ready to think the unthinkable, will we be permitted to come back.

He thought "what the hell was that?" but didn't have the energy to pursue it.

Humanity... Hanging by its fingertips above the abyss, drowning in the icecold sea, standing on the window ledge of a burning building. Always trying to get a slightly better grip, hold its breath for just a few more seconds, withstand a little more heat before the fall, the end. To squeeze the very last drop out of life.

Han reste sig, lämnade toaletten. Lät blodfläcken på golvet vara. Låt någon se den, låt någon undra. Tro att någon blivit dödad här, eftersom någon hade blivit dödad här. För hundrade gången i ordningen.