When I look at all these things that are morally ambiguous and uncomfortable, and I consider what my intentions should be, I realize it goes back to this identity question that I had when I was a child -- and why am I here, and what is the meaning of my life, and what is my place in the universe?
quan miro a totes aquestes coses que son moralment ambigües i incòmodes, i considero quines haurien de ser les meves intencions, me n'adono que tot torna cap a la pregunta al voltant de la identitat que em feia quan era nena -- com és que sóc aquí, i quin és el significat de la meva vida, i quin és el meu lloc a l'univers?