A lot of people, given the chance, would blow up everything, and you and me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
I could announce one morning that the world was going to blow up in three hours and people would be calling in about my hair!
Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did.
I'd go from film to film and almost detach from one world and jump in another. I was living as these people and not having a self. I didn't know who I was. And things just get really dark.
As a kid I'd lie awake at night and convince myself that a meteor was about to hit the Earth. It's my fatalistic streak, which I've inherited from my mum. I firmly believe something cataclysmic is going to happen in my lifetime and I have to be prepared to run for my life when the time comes.
Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in a contented dazzlement of surprise.
If the world should blow itself up, the last audible voice would be that of an expert saying it can't be done.
We'd all like to believe that perhaps people could stop killing each other.
I'd never just want to do what everybody else did. I'd be contributing to the sameness of everything.
In my personal life, I would just feel like, I will always be cool with everyone.