Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.

— Rainer Maria Rilke
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It’s going to take a little while to get rolling.  Humor — and plot — require character interaction, and for a handful of pages the only character we’ll really have will be Jacob.  But I’m trying to get the cast together as quickly as possible.

↓ Transcript
Narrator: I first caught Jacob Doe on camera at the Qallunaaq pub. I didn't realize it at the time. I was getting shit-faced with some new friends. While Jacob went to the bar and asked for whatever it is that old men need.
Jacob: Absolution. With a chaser of forgetfulness.
Bartender: Sorry, old timer. Care for vodka, whiskey, or beer?
Jacob: Sure. Set those up. Those'll do.

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