She reminded me it's the silence that gets dangerous. Keep something going, movies, music, something. And I said, "yeah, I know." I do. Daydreams in an afternoon when the batteries died: Lust, then--such torture deemed unhealthy--self annihilation. We both admit it is something in us, not just the town, but the town doesn't help. On the street I dig in my pocket for my school i.d. for reassurance.