...We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
We are nothing.
I can see. What has been, what will be.
And, then, we all got up and marked our favorite jobs on the board. I’m going to be an astronaut, dad.
No…I guess I had my chance. And I wasted it.
I am with you until the end. Find me in the darkness.
I'm here, I have to stay here until you understand! Listen, why do we have these gifts, these abilities? Because it's in our blood!
I can't do it! Can I do it? Will it set me free from this... endless ring of time?
Ah, the moon. I can see the stars. My mind is gone. Lucy, I can’t wait any longer. I’m ready to go. She sees me raise the knife.
Requiescat in pace, Clay Kaczmarek.
You were a hero.
OMG... this picture! It almost killed me! Should have started sooner... that picture was a bitch to draw .__.
Well, what should I say? A picture to appreciate the great Clay Kaczmarek, on his day of death. Yeah, what is a man but the sum of his memories? That was the idea behind this picture, presenting some of the memories which defined Clay and his story ;__;