The woman down the hall believes in legacy. She tells us about her mother, who was a fine woman, and her grandmother, who was a complete tramp but lovely nonetheless. She tells us about her great-grandmother, who had broad shoulders, and her great-great-grandmother, who was practically a fairy tale princess.
So the woman down the hall tells us all this, and we’re interested. You see, we want to believe in happy endings, we want to believe in forever, but the fact of the matter is that we don’t. We don’t believe that just because her great-great-grandmother was practically a fairy tale princess that it means that she will have the same fate. We don’t believe in continuity. Instead, we believe she’ll die old and alone. That’s the fate we will all share.