"I... Don't know what to do anymore, I... Last week at work I screwed up the xerox machine like permanently and so I... Then I tripped on the subway steps and my glasses broke and I cut my forehead, here, see? And now I can't see much and my forehead -- it's like the Mark of Cain, stupid, right, but it won't heal and every morning I see it and I think, Mark of Cain, Biblical things, people who... in betraying what they love betray what's truest in themselves, I feel... Nothing but cold for myself, just cold. And every night I miss him, I miss him so much, but then... those sores, and the smell and... where I thought it was going. I could be... I could be sick too, maybe I'm sick too. I don't know."
- Louis, Angels in America
