"It's sometimes an incapability to feel, yes. Sometimes I do have feelings, though. It's like a big black hole filled up to the top with tar sloppily to try and fill in the hole with something. And the tar was put in there pretty good so that whenever anything or anyone comes around, like that hug, they step right over the hole, and the tar holds them up and keeps them out. But sometimes little bits of things filter down through the tar or I let them. It's like drinking through the cracks in the tar, like there is a soul down there in the hole somewhere. In the tar, even though it's hard as a rock.. Something starts to happen to the tar. Words go through the tar. Feelings and even a touch might go through the tar, but then a body will try to go through the tar and it can't, or if it does, the tar will harden harder than every before. And the cracks will become thinner. And light will be cast out a little more. And anything hoping to escape will lose hope a little more. And everything will die a little more."

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