It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?

I know I'm not going to say good-bye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we'll see what happens when we say yes while the rigor mortis world screams no.

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough.

No praise, no blame. Just so.