If you ask me, people in hell just scream to hear their own voice and to pass time.

“Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of ne…”

“Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.”

“We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are,…”

“Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called thi…”