There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable I simply am not there.
[00:02.82]There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman [00:06.38]some kind of abstraction. [00:08.52]But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. [00:13.99]And though I can hide my cold gaze, [00:16.27]and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours [00:19.81]and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable [00:24.85]I simply am not there.
