My restless heart won’t let me sleep.

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.

“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested”

Hunter S. Thompson

Bender: How do you living beings cope with mortality?

Leela: Violent outbursts.

Amy: General sluttiness.

Fry: Thanks to denial, I’m immortal!

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