Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.

And I dreamed of a home long ago in New England, my little kitkats trying to go a thousand miles following me on the road across America, and my mother with a pack on her back, and my father running after the ephemeral uncatchable train, and I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. "It's all the same thing," I heard my voice say in the void that's highly embraceable during sleep.

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn't ever last.

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.