“So, come over to my house house we’ll catch up over dinner. We’re having strychnine and sirloin, port wine and paint thinner. You’ll convulse through the chorus, it’s the song of a sinner. The audience is all dead.”
Were you by chance in Downtown Annapolis on Friday night? If not, I definitely gave "I'm-pretty-sure-I-know-you-but-I'm-too-awkward-to-say-anything" eyes to a complete stranger that looks eerily like you.
“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”—Carl Jung (via psych-quotes)