Tears in rain

I fed Ernest in the rain tonight, holding the huge bottle. Milk squirting everywhere because he’s so eager and impatient. It spills all over his fur and over my trousers and sweater. I don’t care. I was crying. He has lost one of his tiny horns, the left one. There’s a bloody crust now, and a hole. I hope it’s not going to be infected. I love him so much. He’s like my son, even though I’m not his real mother. But that’s irrelevant, we can be parents to any species. He is my perfect drug


I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die

Rutger Hauer, Blade Runner