We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?

But I knew the truth and that's why I was so sad. Every moment before this one depends on this one. Everything in the history of the world can be proven wrong in one moment.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.