something about eddie calling his best friend baby like it's nothing. casually, like calling them by their name. if someone points it out when you're not around, he says "yeah, that's my baby, mind your own fucking business."
"I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe[...]. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song."