Here I sit. The middle of the night. Tired. Frustrated. Sad.
If silence and sleep come so easy, where does that leave me?
Where, then, does that leave us.
The movie will begin in five moments, the mindless voice announced, All those unseated will await the next show. The program for this evening is not new, you've seen it through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death, You might recall the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on? *jdm