The more I live, the less I have to say. I think sometimes it hasn’t anything to do with experiences. For experiences are more numerous now than ever. But, perhaps, it is because I haven’t the desire to be heard.
I wasn’t heard before; but I lived.
I was heard before, and I lived.
I lived. I lived. I lived.
Perhaps, being heard is not essential to live. I dunno. I may just be wrong. But who’s to say? For everybody is talking and nobody is listening.
– Sole Traveller