Pretense

Dear society,

Here, in my seclusion - my isolation - I’ve come upon a pattern in time and history that we had not previously seen. You need not be concerned about whether or not I’ve gone crazy, it won’t matter soon because you’ll understand. Perhaps you’ll be there with me. It’ll be love we sing from, not this pathetic darkness and dreariness that consumes my soul and my music and my life, and maybe yours too.