It seems almost sad
that the moment in which I am most content
exposes itself only when I am halfway drunk
at 2 a.m.
Alone, and writing.
The silence and darkness are consoling
in a way.
For these two elements are often necessary
for
true
self-indulgence.

white noise is like everything happening at once
too much for the speakers to capture fully
after all an audio device tuned into nothing is tuned into everything
The layers of machine gears grinding
screams of bliss and agony
all turned into static while plugged into nothing
plugged into nothing
plugged into gods glory