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Now why was that so painful?

Why was that 60 seconds,
the most uncomfortable

part of your day?

See, I think it's because society tells us

to avoid silence, and
we're conditioned to think

that something's wrong with quiet.

I can't tale it anymore,
what's in the bag?

You really wanna know?

Yes.

Okay I know it's a little late,

but happy graduation babe.

Oh my Gosh, that looks amazing.

Did you make this?

I made the decision to buy it.

Okay, just
think about living here,

would you get lonely?

I mean there are times
where you'd wanna go here

for a vacation or an escape.

But the idea of living
here, routinely, day-to-day.

If I'm being honest with myself, I don't...

Ah that must be Hunter.

Well, patience is his best quality,

so obviously he's a piece of shit.

What the fuck!

Just gonna let yourself in huh?

Yes, and you're welcome
for me being here.

What else would you be doing?

Getting laid.

But is too much silence a bad thing?

Are the mundane relationships that we keep

the only things weaving us to sanity?

Are you sure that this is okay?

I mean, I know I said
we'd go out to celebrate.

What, are you
kidding, look at this.

Okay, this is perfect.

Just us, that's okay?

So are you able to meet
with my cousin next week?

Um, no.

Why not?

There's a position open and
she wants to interview you.

I mean we could maybe get you
out of your parents house.

Um, I'm busy next week.

The whole week, you're just busy?

Yeah.

Okay mystery man,
what are you busy with?

Well it's a surprise.

Like a good surprise?

Well I think
it's a good surprise,

for you it's like a surprise car crash.

Hey.

Yeah, she's a little mad at me.

Hey dad.

Hi son.

Hey, can I interview you?

Sure what about?

Um, just like
your job and you know,

your career.

Yeah, maybe later.

Some of the best art
in the world was created

in the darkest hours
of those artists lives.

And I'm talking about the
whole artistic spectrum okay,

poets, musicians, film makers, painters,

novelists, anyone who creates.

The thing is those
artists happily shared it

because they...

I don't know, they had too.

Makaila.

Makaila,.

Curt Cobain, Van Gogh, Edgar Allen Poe,

they've all found
masterpieces through insanity.

Well I mean I think
it's a waste of time,

but then also I think
it's kinda fucking dumb.

Wow okay.

I mean clearly, you're going through

a quarter life crisis, so...

- No.
- That's fine.

Anyways, back to the interview.

You've spent the last
three months growing

a depression beard.

This isn't a depression beard.

That is a depression
beard and you know it.

You are three days away from
a straight-up homeless beard.

Okay cool man, thanks
so much for coming out.

You know what, I'm being a good friend,

and good friends tell the fucking truth.

Ernest Hemingway said the terrible mood

of depression, whether
it's any good or not

is known as the artists reward.

I'll be honest with you, I haven't

taken anything seriously
in a very long time.

It's time I do.

So the plan, to create loneliness.

Mikaila's gonna drop me off
deep in the Georgia Mountains,

no town whatsoever for 20 miles, no car,

no phone, no GPS.

Just me alone in the
woods with my thoughts

for five days.

You know, look at me man, I did it.

I did the sell out thing
that you're talking about.

It got me two weeks
paid vacation, benefits,

and I get to pretend that I'm good at golf

every once in a while.

It's not bad.

Wow.

No I'm sorry, there's so
much to look forward too

when you put it like that.

You know what I think
you're fucking problem is,

is that I think you've
seen too many movies

with manic pixie dream girls in 'em, okay.

- What?
- You know

what I'm talking about.

It's just these girls who are just like,

just find your passion, it's
exactly what you sound like.

Okay just find you passion,
and then once you've found

that passion just hug it, okay.

And then that hug will bloom
into happiness and joy,

and you'll just come back from the dead,

and start just loving life.

Oh you're done, thank God, you're done.

Okay.

Manic pixie dream girls aren't real.

Let's just, let's just do the thing

that I invited you over
here to help me with okay.

Can we just do that?

Please?

Where were we?

Where were we?

We were at finding your
passion, and hugging it.

All right so Hunter.

Yes.

Tell me about
your best friend Clayton.

Oh man, he is the clumsiest
person in the world.

I mean he's clumsy, but I wouldn't say

he's the clumsiest person in the world.

No it's true, anyone
clumsier then Clayton is dead.

Let's see, what else?

This is gonna be so good.

I mean he is really smart,
but you can't call him bright.

One time he ate gas station sushi.

- Okay.
- He likes baths better

- then showers.
- Okay, I mean things

pertaining to this experiment,

not weird shit you know about each other.

In high school he
would make study guides

at finals time for all the students,

but he would spend so much time making

these study guides to sell them,

that he wouldn't spend any
time actually studying.

And then he would fail himself.

But you know, I mean he'd
always come off with like

1000 bucks or so for Christmas

or summer break or whatever.

That's just the first
thing that comes to me.

No that's, that's good.

Can I just say one more thing?

Oh my Gosh.

So what, God you just graduated,

and you don't know what you're
gonna do with your life.

Welcome to everybody's thought process

that's ever graduated.

You're just scared,
first time in your life,

you don't have everything
planned out for you.

Yes, thank you, it's
finally been said okay.

I think you're fine,
and we can continue now,

but I think you're fine.

- Okay, thank you.
- All right, so what's

the first fucking question?

Huh.

Um...

I don't know.

There's like a whole foot...

I know.

Hunter are you on a wide enough lens

to capture all of her hatred?

Got it.

Oh good, we can continue now.

All right,
good afternoon Mikaila,

and Clayton, it's the eve
of your solo camping trip.

And how are we feeling this afternoon...

Stop, take it back.

How are you feeling?

Excited, er, a little nervous.

And what about you Mikaila?

Annoyed, frustrated,
upset, angry, confused...

Just, just all of the negative words

in the English language.

That's French for something mean.

Hunter, how, how did I describe how she

is treating me the other day?

Can you remember, it was a metaphor.

No I'd love to hear this metaphor.

No I wouldn't do it.

No please, - Don't, don't.

I would love to hear it.

Don't.

You're treating me
like I am running over

your dog while I'm stabbing
your family to death,

while simultaneously
banging your best friend.

So...

We can start the interview now.

Okay, um, why...

Mikaila, why on your best, I
mean to your understanding,

to your best understanding
is he doing this?

What?

Like why is his
inspiration to do this, or what?

Dude you're gonna have to
work on your interviewing voice,

and your dyslexia, like I
straight up wrote the question,

just read it off the card.

Stop he's helping you.

Thank you.

No, no, no, right now it
feels like I'm helping him

by giving him a fucking reading lesson.

Clayton.

No that was good.

You mentioned that story

from high school earlier.

Yeah, yeah, in 10th grade.

Our teacher, she made
us write these plays,

you know these short plays.

And Clayton decides to
write this crazy story

about a mythical land
with this king and queen.

And it's like a bunch of
bullshit, but the queen,

gets kidnapped by the
enemy king of another land.

So the queens name was Syphilis, okay.

So I mean just imagine this,

this class full of immature high schoolers

just on the floor.

The teacher gives him an F, she said,

it was well written, but the
material was inappropriate.

I don't know, I think,
that story really sums up

both sides of Clayton.

Mikaila, I'm gonna be fine okay,

I mean I'm pretty sure if Tom Hanks did it

for five years, then I
can do it for five days.

Tom Hanks?

Yeah, he did it in Castaway.

That's a movie, Tom Hanks isn't real.

No Tom Hanks is definitely real.

Okay, it's not

you just going out into
the woods that bothers me,

what bothers me is the fact that you're

disconnecting from literally everything.

No car, no phone, I mean
what if you get hurt?

What if you get attacked by
a bear or someone robs you...

No, no, no, none of that's gonna happen!

I'm gonna feel alone, that's it.

I'm gonna learn things
about myself in the process.

I'm gonna come back with a great story.

That...

That's it.

Mikaila, Mikaila.

That was awkward.

What are you gonna do side with her now?

So this is it, last
thoughts before I head up.

I'm a little nervous
but this is my chance.

This is my chance to
harness some sort of storm,

and once evolved, share it.

So wish me luck.

And we're headed up to the mountains.

Mikaila's syked, you can tell by the vein

in her forehead how excited she is.

Clayton it's way too early.

I want, I want you to
look into this camera

and say one positive thing.

It can be anything.

Hey it's pretty cool that
the sun rose this morning.

It's awesome that we're
both currently not on fire,

'cause that would suck.

You know I could just turn around.

No, no, that's, we're good.

I just want it to be said
though, ahead of time,

that I'm gonna come back with this

dissertation on life.

You know, this life dissertation.

And you're gonna apologize.

Prediction submitted, there it is.

Can we please just not
talk about the trip anymore.

I'm sure Christopher
Columbus' girlfriend

wasn't happy whenever he
went on the boat to America.

Yeah that's the same.

She was literally like
"You're gonna fall off Earth."

She probably wasn't as mean to him.

You win, turn the car around,

I'll find a different means
for creative inspiration

involving black tar
heroine and alley syringes.

Oh my God, Clayton.

♪ Jokes that do not land,
starring Clayton Thompson ♪

♪ Written, directed and
produced by Clayton Thompson ♪

♪ Jokes that do not land ♪

I fucking love that show,
I watch it every day.

This is so ridiculous,
what are we doing?

Look at him, not a care in the damn world.

Hey let's play a game
called what decade is it?

Excuse me ma'am where's the
nearest roller blade store?

The fact that you one day woke up

without a sense of humor kinda bothers me.

Well you know, actually, I'm storing up

every stupid thing you say in my head

so I can laugh at it later.

You know, just so I won't
give you the satisfaction.

Oh, that's the best news
I've heard in a long time.

Yeah well I'm a sick person.

Can you just put that camera down?

Let's just talk.

Yeah.

But did you, did you ever play?

Um, I played T Ball but I got

kicked off the team.

You got kicked
off your T Ball team?

Yes.

T Ball like when you're five?

Yes, it's not funny.

Give me 1000 years of guesses,

I'd have no idea.

Like how does somebody
get kicked off their T...

Okay, all right, I'll explain.

So every week the
teammates would take turns

bringing snacks for after the game.

- Uh huh.
- And when it was my week

my mom made these boss
chocolate and peanut butter

cupcakes, anyways there's this one girl

who never threw me the ball,
was always kinda rude to me,

and she refused to eat my moms cupcakes.

Which is unacceptable.

So I got sick of it one day,

and smashed a cupcake in her face.

And er, then she went to the hospital.

What?

Turns out she was severely
allergic to peanuts.

So er, yeah that traumatizing event

ended my baseball career.

Why did you never tell me that?

Well I tend to skip
stories where I almost kill

a five-year-old child.

So what is this place exactly?

Er, I don't know just some patch of land

between two mountains.

Nothing's there though, that's all I know.

♪ So I'll wait ♪

♪ For days and days and days ♪

♪ Drawing circles around my grave ♪

♪ And still you never show ♪

♪ Where were you ♪

♪ When the world was setting, you ♪

♪ When the devil came grinning, you ♪

♪ What have you been up too ♪

I guess this is it.

You sure?

Yeah, better place then any.

Wow, we really are out
in the middle of nowhere.

Good.

I hope I remember how to get back here.

No that's not funny, okay.

You use your phone and you drop a pin.

Baby you know I lose
things all the time.

Wow, no it didn't get
any funnier that time.

Well you know, what if I die,

and no one's here to
come get you in six days.

An 18-wheeler just runs
me off the road and bam,

no more Mikaila.

No one to come get you.

Well that was dark.

Yeah, and you know I
actually didn't even need

a little camping trip for that one,

it just sorta came to me.

Well played.

Hey, I'm gonna meet with
your cousin when I get back.

Look I know you don't
wanna be a corporate blogger.

Yeah but I still wanna meet with her.

Well I mean there's no harm in trying.

Yeah, exactly.

Look I'm sorry, I've seemed like

such a bitch lately.

It's just, you know it's
because I love you right?

Of course, yeah.

- Shit.
- What?

A tree is down, I guess this'll do.

Here.

I'll lead you in.

Mikaila?

Okay, turn this way.

You're not gonna kill me are ya?

No.

Here, hang
on, let me get this up.

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna be fine,
what, what will fix this?

- Nothing.
- No.

Don't say nothing, okay,
what will fix this?

It's not like that.

When I am done
with this whole project okay,

I, I will spend time in church.

I will watch "Full House."

Okay stop, stop.

I don't need your sarcasm right now okay.

Just, just let me feel how I feel.

- Okay.
- Okay,

I just want you to be real for a moment.

About what?

What do you want?

Okay, what do you want out of this?

I want us.

You're gonna
have to explain that to me.

I just said it, I want us.

Look I'm not even using the
misogynist answer of you,

I want us.

That doesn't
even make sense okay

because as far as I'm
concerned, you have us.

So, I wanna know what you actually mean

when you say you want us.

It means I want us okay.

I am not willing to give you
some dispassionate version

of that person okay, some detached guy

who gave up on every single dream

straight out of the gate.

I'm not gonna do that.

You deserve better.

Give me the camera.

Give me the camera!

- What, why?
- Give me the camera!

Okay, Clayton I'm gonna ask you,

one more time, all right.

What do you want?

What is the driving force behind this?

What is bothering you so
much that you feel like

you have to do this okay?

Just say it.

My dad feels stuck at his job.

He doesn't say it, but
he doesn't have too.

I'm not gonna be that way.

You love your dad,

don't talk shit about him okay.

I love him, I don't respect him,

there's a difference.

Your father works a job he hates

so he can provide for his family.

How is he not a fucking superhero?

You just, you don't understand.

So what are you gonna do now?

I've already told you, I'm here,

you've seen this thing.

I'm going to write a story.

I'm gonna make a novel,
I'm gonna write it,

I'm gonna make you proud.

You are going to be proud of me.

I am proud.

Okay.

Give me the camera.

Look, I know
how you're feeling Clayton.

All right, you want, you wanna be great.

Everyone does.

Put the camera down.

No, no!

You wanna be great okay,

you're gonna listen to me.

You see people post things online

and you think they're happy,
but they're only posting

the highlight reels.

But you look at them, and you
think you're not good enough.

Put it down.

You are.

You are good enough.

Watch this in a couple of days

and see if you believe yourself.

- Come here.
- Come here.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

I love you more then

the nostalgic memory
of a Blockbuster Video.

I love you
more then peanut butter

and chocolate.

That's impossible,
don't say something

you can't take back.

It's true, I do, I do.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

I'll see you in a couple of days.

Mikaila!

So this is it.

This is where I'll find myself.

I spent all my graduation
money buying a camera,

batteries and cards.

I'm a fucking idiot.

First night, it's not so bad out here.

Just quiet.

Besides the cicadas it's quiet.

I can actually hear myself think,

don't love it, but I can.

It's definitely creepy out here,

but I have to ask the question,

would having someone with me
make it any less dangerous?

And the answer is no,
but it takes being alone

to realize you♪'re afraid.

Hello!

Is anyone there?

So, I survived the first night,

er, I just ate breakfast,

a granola bar which will also be dinner.

Let me say one thing, this
is not the body of a man

who eats two granola bars a day.

This is the body of a man who
eats a granola bar as a snack.

So, thoughts on last night.

Er, one thing that comes to mind,

one word would be aware.

I was aware of every
sound that was around me.

The trees blowing in the wind,

the leaves skipping on the ground.

Everything was so crisp,
honestly it was amazing.

Well I am bored as shit.

Look what I found.

Bottom of the 7th, two outs, two strikes,

no balls, men on 2nd and 3rd.

And the pitch.

Oh it's hit a mile high,
and three miles long.

Yes it could go all the way.

Upper decker, home run, and that pitch

will sink Clayton into a month long binge

of depression, alcoholism
and self-loathing.

♪ Lumber jacking in the forest ♪

That is not happening.

Come on.

Huh.

That is a creepy tree.

These trees are monotonous.

Be hell to get lost in it.

I don't know, it's somehow
not as scary in the daytime.

It reminds me of whenever
I was a little kid

and I just ran out into the forest.

Making up stories along the way,

living my own little journey.

Oftentimes being chased by something.

A ninja, like all the time
actually, I don't know,

what the hell that's about.

I can make that jump right?

You got this.

Ugh, it's so gross.

What the hell water is that?

Geeze, it's disgusting.

Night's coming, soon enough.

If you guys could smell me right now.

There are no words.

I used to be like bullshit, there's a word

for everything.

Nope, not this smell.

Smells like two dead
animals crawled inside of

three dead animals just
to shit, and then die.

It's night two, it's late, real late.

Heard a lot of noises tonight,

it's the longest I've ever
gone without seeing someone.

I mean sure I've had those
days where I disappear

into a sofa and binge watch 12 hours of TV

while screening all my calls.

I call those dark days,
but I also call them

everything I've ever wanted days.

So new observation, there's a fine line

between delight and depression.

I don't know though,
this is just different.

Nothing's there.

Nothing's there.

Fuck!

Hello.

Are you kidding me Mikaila?

Are you kidding me?

No, no this is not cool, this is not cool.

Yes I'm fine, you have to quit worrying.

What, when, when?

No I will not calm down okay.

Okay, I will not calm down.

No, do not assume the worst
whenever you call back okay,

because this phone is gonna
be in pieces on the dirt.

My heartbeat hasn't slowed.

So Mikaila snuck in a
burner phone into my bag

whenever I was gassing up.

She also left this,

some sort of memory card
or something to play.

Anyway, cheap scare of the night.

Moving on.

I keep hearing those noises though.

Sounds like footsteps.

I have this theory about pushing
the limit of sleeplessness.

It goes like this, when
you stay awake longer

then you're used too,
your brain being such

a powerful and mysterious
thing that it is,

it becomes aware that you're tired.

And the brain being the powerful,

and mysterious thing that it is,

it compensates.

What I've found is it overcompensates,

creating some sort of a
heightened creative state.

So I might just stay up writing all night.

Well I,.

I won't bore you with this.

Hello!

Hello, is anyone there?

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck.

I know it was an animal,
I just didn't see it.

It was big, it was...

You always feel like you're
being followed in the woods,

you never are.

It's just paranoia in the night.

Nothing's been touched.

A couple of weeks ago I had a dream,

and in this dream I was
writing a short story

about this character that was going crazy

because of this dark, shadowy entity

that wouldn't leave him alone.

And I'm laying on my stomach on the sofa,

typing on my laptop,
and then I fell asleep.

And that's when it happened.

I woke up to something slowly pulling me,

and the second that I
became aware of what it was,

it yanked me off the sofa.

And I flew upright, and I was levitating,

my feet were off the
ground, and I was frozen.

And I tried to scream,
but the second I tried

the most unbelievably tight
grip came around my throat.

And it all went blurry.

And then I woke up.

I woke up in the exact same
place I had fallen asleep.

If immersing myself in
this terrifying world

can effect me that much,
down deep there is a story

waiting to be found.

Kinda scared to fall asleep now.

I was hoping you could
keep my company though.

What was it?

My mom used to quote this
verse from Joshua something.

"Be strong and courageous."

"Do not be frightened, do not be dismayed,"

"for the Lord, your God is with you,"

"wherever you go."

Everything's gonna be fine,
I know that, I know it.

Everything's fine.

My uncle, he used to say that,

"If you live close enough to people"

"where you can't scream
at the end of a bad day"

"without getting in trouble then you live"

"too close to people."

My uncle was a fucking liar.

So, the sun is offensively
bright in the morning,

it's like a big old fuck you from nature.

But I survived night two.

Yay.

Being out here I've
really gotten to recall

some memories I'm pretty
sure I would have forgotten.

Once again it comes back to this idea

that I can't shake, that
we're just surrounded

by so much noise, and
we don't get the time

to even exercise these great memories.

Anyway, the last couple
hours I've been thinking

about some of the funniest
stories of my life.

Kinda makes me wish I had journaled more.

I've had too good of a life not too.

One story though,

um it was the first camping trip

that we had ever taken, we went camping,

we went on this drunk
hike through the forest.

And we ended up on this gravel road,

not a car, not a sound for miles.

And then all of a sudden, Hunter said it,

he said "Guys, guys, turn off your lights",

"turn off your lights."

So we did, we all ducked
down on the gravel road,

we were scared.

And we said "What's up, what's going on?"

He said, "This is life."

"Dark, unsure, uncertain,"

"and you can sit here
and not become a man,"

"or you can walk towards it."

And we all said, "Hunter you've
probably drank too much."

But he stood up, and he said "No, no",

"I am seriously, be seriously,"

"I am seriously right now."

He said, "This is how
I wanna live my life."

"I wanna sprint towards life."

And so he said, "You assholes
keep off your flashlights."

And then he sprinted.

He sprinted as fast as he could,

for a long time.

And then we hear it.

Thud, "Ah shit."

He had ran directly off
the road and into a tree,

and then fell into a giant pile of thorns.

And the whole time we
were walking him back

he just kept saying
"That's life, that's life."

"Life is hard."

I know I'm telling that story
to nobody right now, but,

any excuse to tell it.

So I just got back to the campsite

and something got into my food.

On top of that, there
is a hole in the bottom

of my water jug.

So that's where we're at.

Hey friends, I found the
story I wanna write about.

It involves a protagonist
who's a little bit lonely.

I don't know, I've always been taught

you write what you feel.

You write what you feel,
or you write something

that doesn't mean anything.

And I think honestly,
if I can somehow isolate

fear with my protagonist,

I think I'll have the
story I'm looking for.

A character with only his
own thoughts to believe in,

that's what I'm looking for.

Fuck, I've never been able to
get inspired in the daytime.

I always get sidetracked and watch TV.

Well I think that fits my
theory about creativity.

It'll come at night, so until then,

I'll just wait.

I have to see it.

What is it?

What is...

It's the third night,

heard footsteps since about nine o'clock.

They haven't stopped.

I can't leave.

This has to be some sick joke.

At this point I'm just,

I'm, I'm talking just to not hear silence.

Disregard any and all
bullshit I speak about okay.

I might tell a story,
I might create a story,

I might sing a fucking nursery rhyme.

I don't, I don't know,
I might talk even though

I don't know what I'm fucking saying.

I know my sensitivity to
noise is heightened out here,

but I heard something.

Hello!

Is anyone there?

Stop it!

Shit!

Oh my God!

What the fuck was that?

I'm not going back.

I'm not going back I don't care.

I don't care, I'm not going back.

I'm not going back.

At this point I wanna run into somebody.

I wanna know what I'm
fucking running from!

I've been walking for
two or three hours now.

I...

I haven't seen a road or a house,

or heard a car.

Everything is the same.

Where am I?

I'm done.

There's a cabin, there's a cabin!

There's a cabin.

What the fuck?

What is this place?

Is this a Bible?

The creepiest place I have ever seen.

Six chairs in a perfect circle.

Is anyone there?

I'm gonna die here.

"Be strong and courageous."

"Do not be frightened
and do not be dismayed,"

"for the Lord your God is
with you where you go."

Hold me truth.

"In the beginning there was nothing,"

"and yet though the savior
worshiped it wholly."

"He prayed to nothing, for
nothing to return eternally."

"We pursued daily his acceptance,"

"and aspire to one day
become nothing as he did."

Yep, I'm back at the campsite.

Why am I here?

Well one time I ate gas station sushi.

Man do I make good decisions.

It's like I run a fucking
irresponsibility brothel.

I, I cannot leave.

She knows where I am by
GPS, I cannot fucking leave.

If I die, I die.

Everybody does.

Everybody that ever existed
before 150 years ago,

they all did it.

It's one, fuck...

It's one of the only things
that we have in common,

we're not all white, we're not all black,

we're not all tall, we're not all short.

But we all die.

Somehow that's comforting.

Mikaila, where are you?

There's something here.

I haven't seen it, but
there's something here.

I can't leave.

I just have to wait it out.

Are you fucking kidding me?

What should I do Mr. Red Dot?

When I was a little kid, my
best friend was a pitch back.

You know the netting that
throws the balls back to ya,

his name was Gus.

Gus was such an asshole,
he always tried to peg me

with baseballs.

That was funny.

That was funny.

Don't just, don't just sit
there okay, laugh at me!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I raised my voice.

You're just so passive.

So I am sorry.

Do you accept my apology?

Do you accept my apology?

If you're not gonna talk to me then

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

My first word was ball.

I don't even remember when
I started playing baseball

but I played it all my life,
all through high school.

I was a pitcher, in high school we made it

to the semi-finals.

I'm one pitch away from
making it to the finals.

There's a man on second and
third, and what do I do?

I throw a fast ball right down the middle,

three run home run.

I know it seems stupid, but in high school

baseball was life.

So the whole rest of the hour and a half

all these people started coming up to me,

telling me what a good
job I did, and how lucky

this batter as that he hit a home run.

I just wanted to be alone.

Looking back on that day, right now,

it seems like a utopia.

Best day of my life.

I guess I'll watch this.

It'll at least give me something to do.

So Clayton we hope you're
having an amazing trip,

and I hope you're
finding all of the things

you were searching for.

And we decided that after
our day of interviews

there was something we wanted to tell you.

Mikaila's pregnant.

What no,

- I am not pregnant.
- With my child.

Hunter take this seriously.

Okay.

We love you.

- Is that good?
- Yeah.

That's it.

That's it, we love you.

And er, I've never met
someone as dedicated

to making me laugh as you are.

Well, I, I wouldn't, don't lie to him,

I mean he tries really hard,

and that's what really counts.

No it's true, you do, you make me laugh.

You definitely try,
and that is so admirable.

But anyway,

we know you can come back
with something great.

Um, we know how capable you
are, and we hope you do.

Um, but...

We just want you to come home.

And to shave your
fucking depression beard.

- Hunter.
- Yeah.

And one more thing.

I just want this to be clear, all right,

I would be perfectly happy with you and me

just bullshitting through life

if that was the only way to be us.

I love you.

Well it's night four,
wish I wasn't here,

wish I could go home.

But I guess if I didn't feel this way

then the experiment
would be a failure right?

That has been happening all night.

They're just marching in a giant circle.

They, they never stop,
they're never close enough

to be seen, it's fucking cruel.

I'm just, I'm just trying to keep my mind

busy you know.

I'm scared to let my
mind become idle because

it might not be mine again.

I was wrong though, about fear.

My new thoughts.

Mr. Red Dot, my new thoughts are that fear

is actually based in the mind.

I mean what is scarier
then knowing your sanity

is actually crumbling?

I mean scarier then any
monster could ever be

because if you were chased by a monster

at least you can run.

But whenever you are
insane you have nothing

to believe in but your own thoughts.

And they're lies.

They're lies, they're not even real.

So you're more then alone.

The next obvious sound I hear,

I'm gonna sprint straight towards it.

I don't care anymore.

Where are you?

Stop it!

Why won't... Oh God.

They only want me to finish the story.

I know how.

All the words are blurry.

It's like my eyes won't uncross.

But nothing, nothing is there.

Nothing is there I know that.

But they, they, that's all that they want,

they just want me to finish the story.

And I want too, I just, I don't know...

I don't know if I'm ready.

"Be strong and courageous,"

"do not be frightened
and do not be dismayed."

But they wanted me.

They wanted me.

I don't think it would be
that bad to die in your sleep.

No anticipation, no fear.

Just the end.

Shit!

What the fuck?

How did that just...

What is this?

"He who seeks good, will find good will."

"But evil will come to
him who searches for it."

I can't speak.

Every time I do they get closer.

Fuck, what the fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck, Fuck.

Fuck.

I pray I'll die in my sleep tonight.

Where are you?

Mikaila, Mikaila!

I'm sorry dad, I could have
learned so much from you.

You're a fucking superhero
and I hope you know that.

Mikaila, I'm so sorry Mikaila.

I don't wanna...

My mind is my own.

My mind is my own!

My mind is my own.

My mind is my own.

My mind is my own.

Oh my, what the fuck!

No!

Leave me alone, no!

Oh my God.

Just leave me alone!

Here I was trying to write something dark,

but I wasn't embracing it.

But here it is.

I hope they'll be pleased.

My mind is my own, my mind is my own.

My mind is my own.

What happened here today,

what will happen to me tonight,

only those who pursue daily will know.

My mind is my own, my mind is my own.

My mind is my only truth.

Only truth, 11:27.

Only truth, 11:27.

Where are you?

What do you look like?

Just show yourself.

What do you look like?

Just show yourself.

Show yourself to me!

Clayton!

Clayton!

I looked for you.

- Clayton!
- Clayton!

- Clayton, where are you?
- Clayton.

He'd want us to finish it.

Mak, I promise.

We found the cabin.

That he stayed at um,

the third night.

We still didn't find any sign of him.

Your mind is just a fragile place

when you don't have anyone.

It's gonna be okay.

I want one thing to be said.

He succeeded, he created something.

It wasn't worth it,

but his recordings said something.

He thought his project
was about loneliness,

it wasn't.

Can you say it?

Please.

It was the first night I ever met him.

He tried to ask me out,

and after many failed attempts

he finally said, "We live
in a messed up world",

"full of messed up people."

"So why take the chance
and go through it alone?"

I said yes.

I don't wanna say it but

he's gone.

He's gone,

and I was here the whole time.

But is too much silence a bad thing?

Are the mundane relationships that we keep

the only things weaving us to sanity?

♪ There you go ♪

♪ You're calling out my name ♪

♪ You say don't be afraid ♪

♪ As if I had a choice to make ♪

♪ So I wait ♪

♪ For days and days and days ♪

♪ Drawing circles around my grave ♪

♪ And still you never show ♪

♪ Where were you, when the
world was spinning you, ♪

♪ When the devil came grinning, you ♪

♪ What have you been up too ♪

♪ So I die ♪

♪ Go way up in the sky ♪

♪ Wanna give you a piece of my mind ♪

♪ As I approach your throne ♪

♪ Where were you when the
world was spinning, you ♪

♪ When the devil came grinning, you ♪

♪ What have you been up too ♪