Similar. You're in the Machine. I'm outside. You live there, while I'm an occasional guest. I can peer through the windows and fumble at the door, but if it's locked, I'm barred entry. Perhaps it's different for the others, those not in the boat I am, but I wouldn't know. Their agenda is their own. Mine is mine and so it stays.

[And then he shrugs.]

I get by, Trish. I have a very vivid imagination. I was even a painter once.