“I get a bad taste in my mouth out here… aluminium… ash… like you can smell a psychosphere.”
Clearly, Cohle doesn’t like it here. Or maybe he does. It sounds strangely similar to what we’d picture his idea of perfection to be.
“I get a bad taste in my mouth out here… aluminium… ash… like you can smell a psychosphere.”
Clearly, Cohle doesn’t like it here. Or maybe he does. It sounds strangely similar to what we’d picture his idea of perfection to be.