People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.
Confess to the misdeeds you cannot hide.
Some subjects come up suddenly in our speech and cannot be silenced.
Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.