Absinthe-

“These days the whole world has a speech”, and we’re all just clamoring over each other. We don’t listen to anyone else anymore.
We just yell.
At the top of our lungs we scream our epiphanies and our paradigms. The deafening sound of the tubes at rush hour. Everyone screaming like wall street before the bell. We don’t hear anything else. We want everyone else to shut the fuck up and listen to our sordid, morbid, mordant, struggling tales.
Everyone’s got ‘em, these epic dramas, these copycat films.
Yours just has a different cast.
A different wrapper.