And there you are, lost in the whiteness of this document, whining at shadows, barking into the wind...I look into a mirror and see your face, meet your gaze and that emptiness...
It's all you are now, isn't it? Sober you seek it, drunk you are it, and in between is this thing that exists in two places. They joke about what the fox has to say. Can you give a voice to the void, I wonder?
You know I can't. I sit here with the room spinning in front of it and the only answer I've got is make a joke of this.