Z: That explains why I was never able to find way down to the beach. I should have taken it as a sign: it is meant to be for me to be safely confined, though constantly unsettled by my own internal dialogues.
Y: Sometime in the 80's, he stood outside of a residence, held this gigantic boombox over his head and blasted his love to the girl of his dreams. A decade later, his lawyer girlfriend dumped him; when he wasn't talking to himself, he called up all his ex's and asked them the eternal question. Recently, his wife died and he is becoming the proud father of an abducted Martian.
Some people believe in God, others in clubbing. I believe in motion pictures. Sometimes they evoke my own soft spots, other times they are outlets for my angst/er; but above all, movies, even just temporarily, relieve my bare loneliness.
ps. I am sorry Mr. Cusack, but you did not convince me as a scifi writer, sorry, but you could not pull off the part of inherent wittiness.
margins: 19/8
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