[00:05.003]You're not listening, I said "stop,"[00:13.075]because it's come to be too much.[00:15.269]I can't just pile aesthetic-perceptive dilemma,[00:18.769]over-analytic demeanors,[00:21.538]feelings of loneliness, worthlessness[00:24.098]and unproductivity atop the other,[00:27.468]allowing each to bleed through their fabricated boundaries and become one more thing to notice me[00:44.631]before it's too late and too far away from[00:48.392]when I dreamt of explaining to you that you are an everywhere that caused these words I'd somehow type,[00:56.307]my fingers, feet and diaphragm all screaming.[01:05.032]And as things grew more complicated, conscious expansion cultivated, the books' ideas, songs' polyphony, texture, content danced around me.[01:16.787]Unlike all the events staged (the puppeteer'd façade I'd made) this was naturally extraordinary and grabbed me from the ordinary, now perceived reduction theory of where we are.[01:56.572]From afar it made less sense and appeared beauty-less, which I guess is its defense, not that any simple allegory transcends my inability to relate.[02:24.105]It's this ability to relate that provides the socially obligatory things that I want to re-learn why we're friends again?[02:47.589]I thought you knew.[03:22.698]I can pile one atop the other, it just feels bad.[03:28.653]It just feels bad to realize you might hear something in the quietest of nights and that there are two of me and one of them will say[04:17.894]“Hannah” way before now.