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Everything is fake. Everything in the world is fake. It’s like, you know…the grass on the football field isn’t even grass. It's… it’s plastic! All the people are fake. They’re made out of metal. But I like you. And that is not fake.
Wilhelm, Young Royals.
i think this is how the plot of metaphor went , right ?
Excellent points! Definitely got me thinking. I'm wondering now, too, if that scene might have been there to show us just how low he was truly feeling -- similar to the conversation he had with August during the party, about his brother's death. That he was doing so poorly, the amount of high & drunk he was at the party was not enough. He needed to lose himself & potentially even try to punish himself through this level of intoxication.
Maybe he was even subconsciously using this as an opportunity to push himself past those inhibitions that were keeping him from (re-)pursuing Simon? Maybe he hoped that if he took more, he'd break down and reach out? So fascinating to examine...
I never noticed this before -- at the end of Wille's first Society meeting when they're putting away their drugs, he grabs some and sneakily tucks them away into his jacket pocket. This can't have been just a throw-away thing. I imagine it will have some significance later on? What do you think?