"If I named the wind would I value the breeze more than any words you've said to me? Our thoughts run in streams, an unquieting ease, as actions remain as yet unclaimed. To lock on specifics would only make me unsure: a paranoid example of 'the post-twenty-four.' Are you older or wiser as you appropriate signs for someone elses youth culture that you're just synthesizing?" "I want an explosion: something that I can call my own. I'll swell as a filament to snap, I'll burn with heat at my back like a heart to mend, a hand to hold. Yes, sometimes..."