He sat for a moment and pondered this particular predicament. Caught in a vicious cycle of self-loathing and vanity, he began to question himself entirely. It seemed every thought that passed through his mind was completely contradictory to the thought previous. Was he sad because he was alone, or was solitude a safe haven? Was he faking happiness in a depressing reality, or merely...
The entirety of the small apartment shook. The dishes in the cupboard rattled along with their counterparts in the sink. The train rushed by my single window, letting the morning sun shine in brief, bright flashes between the cars. The chaos of noise was almost soothing. I closed my eyes and let the noise fill me up. I sat there, completely consumed by the noise, knowing nothing else. For a brief...
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