The best thing about being a shepherd… is that you can reason with the stars. City people never look at the stars. But shepherds, in the country, at night, it’s different. Sometimes I look at the stars and reason. Does the world really exist? I don’t think the world exists, it’s just pretend. I think that when I look at a dead rabbit, too… the eyes always look alive… and they watch me, like when I look at a picture. I saw a picture once. And wherever I went… the picture was always looking at me.