i just don't know, okay?


there's this bit in preludes and nocturnes where morpheus is looking for john constantine. every song constantine listens to, everything on the radio, every conversation he has with an old friend or a stranger, it seems to be nagging at him about something. we've all been through it, when everything we encounter reminds us of someone. every joke you hear, everything you've read that day, everywhere you've been - the particular kind of unfunny the joke is, the turn of phrase, the article you read in the guardian, the waiter at the restaurant.

in this town, something is always trying to tell me somebody.

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