If Only I Could Fall Sound Asleep

My Peak? Would I Even Have One? I Hardly Had Had Anything You Could Call A Life. A Few Ripples, Some Rises And Falls. But That's It. Almost Nothing. Nothing Born Of Nothing. I'd Loved And Been Loved, But I Had Nothing To Show. It Was A Singularly Plain, Featureless Landscape. I Felt Like I Was In A Video Game. A Surrogate Pacman, Crunching Blindly Through A Labyrinth Of Dotted Lines. The Only Certainty Was My Death.

Even If You Don't Acknowledge It, People Die, And Guys Sleep With Girls. That's Just How It Is.

It Was A Strange Feeling, Like Touching A Void.

I Think History Is Collective Memories. In Writing, I'm Using My Own Memory, And I'm Using My Collective Memory.

My Point Is: In This Whole Wide World The Only Person You Can Depend On Is You.