William wants whatever's happening to him.

"I am going to accept whatever is happening to me. I am going to swallow it up."


"That sounds cool."

I'm going to give in goddamn it! I can't see any other way."


"Any way for what?"

"I have never surrendered. I haven't surrendered to anything. Nothing. I'm a radical with a life full of inconsistencies, pain, fear and terror and somehow this has become what I have grown to dig. What I have grown to protect. Protect!"

"That about sums it up."

"I don't want to be a radical anymore. Not a fucking malcontent just because it sells tickets. I'm tired. I just want to surrender to whatever's happening to me."

Nicholas means something.

"Everything I construct now comes apart. It is as if someone knows I am using contemptible materials."

"You can't say that."

"What?"

"I don't know what we are talking about."

"I stop believing in something. I gone on and did it. I fucking stopped it and now a whole damn fucked up system stopped supporting me."

"What can I say?"

"I don't know."

"What does it mean in between coffee and mimosas?"

"It means an entire city just went quiet. I can hear my own breath."

"OK?"

"It means something."

William doesn't take stands.

"There is no reason for me to be cynical anymore."

"Why it works."

"I can't give any effort to being angry"

"You?"

"I can be tired, or hesitant."

"Yeah, you can do that."

"No more stands."

"What?"

"I don't want to take a stand."

"This is where you're making sense."

"The constant oppose. You know that?'

"What?"

"There is this constant oppose."

""No stand no oppose."

"What?"

It needs courage and guts, to become an amateur again.