You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception.

We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.

Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.

I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.

What if reality is nothing but some disease?

You realize you have no control over how you're perceived.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.