In this noisy, terrible modern world, where everyone shouts or shoots or hates, I still do what I always used to do: Put on my headphones, lower my eyelids, and try not to weep openly at the fact that life is a gift and we are so good at wasting it, so busy busying ourselves with differences that we lose the utter sameness we ought to celebrate.

“It’s getting weirder
Than I projected
It’s saying something
In all directions:

‘I held the fear in my mouth
I choked it down and now I’ll never let it out.'”

Kevin Devine, Bubblegum