The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Pluto and Jupiter are aligned with the earth and I'm floating.