I’ve done the math enough to know the dan­gers of our sec­ond guess­ing
Doomed to crum­ble unless we grow, and strength­en our com­mu­ni­ca­tion

—Tool, Schism

I sup­pose I feel it most when you’re not around. Empty nights, when it’s been anoth­er day with­out con­tact.

Part of me miss­es talk­ing to you, but part of me does­n’t feel like it just yet. It’s a con­tra­dic­tion I can’t explain. Not that it mat­ters any­way.

You just don’t get it.