I don’t know where I am. I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always there’s the doctor. Always I’m running to save the Doctor again and again and again. And he hardly ever hears me, but I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running.
OH MY GOD MATTS BEAUTIFUL ACTING. YOU CAN SEE HIM GLANCE OVER TO HER FOR THIS MINISCULE BIT OF A SECOND AND WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW THE WJOLE STORY YOU THINK NOYHING OF IT BIT YOU LOOK BACK AFTER AND ITS LIKE OH MY GOD HIS FACE YOU CAN SEE THE PANI OF IGNORING HER
There were other times too. When his face would drop, and you’d think for just one second that he’d heard her. But then it would be gone.
Ignoring fame was my rebellion, in a funny way. I was insistent on being normal and doing normal things. It probably wasn’t advisable to go to college in America and room with a complete stranger. And it probably wasn’t wise to share a bathroom with eight other people in a coed dorm. Looking back, that was crazy.