The day after you lose your best friend is actually worse than the day that you watch him hang. Because at least while you’re watching him die, the whole thing has an air of reality somehow, even if it’s the worst reality you’ve ever experienced. But...
Energy pulses through the tangled mess Of thoughts and bodies, communicating Between them with no regard for time, space, Or matter. The crowd moves, and the crowd feels. How is it that one is just one, But one and one more in this place Make so much more than two? I...
