"the goal is to drown out those things you cannot say. if you must, take vices. or don’t. take up something light. like crappy sitcoms. or writing crappy songs. if it gets you by, then all is well. but most of all, you must either explode with the romantics and the ideas you have or shove them down. this is the struggle of the solitude. to replace those people that make you forget with things that make you forget. at least for now."
— 2.27
