William is hiding from peace.

“The fucking quiet bothers me but I want to hold onto it. I just want to hold on to peace.”

“Like it’s dragging you.”

“No.”

“Ok.”

“Like sitting back in a fucking canoe on a slow moving stream in a quiet place.”

“That is a lot of ins.”

“Forget comfort. Not that I don’t  enjoy food or sex or tv, vacations, music but it ain’t a respite. It is representative of something. It ain’t a place. The comfort is 5 10 15 20 minutes a day before I am looking for it again. I am always looking for it when of its time is up. I got to keep stringing it together. The food the sex the movies the bars, the instas. When I’m not working I’m stringing. I am setting up my day to string. I don’t even get a break when I’m working.”

“You make me sound like I’m an addict”

“Because you are Goddamn it.”

Not altered

How is it not altered? It is escape from something. It makes you say imbecilic things. I don’t like myself in it. I know it is shelter from something.”

“The traffic.”