We could all be alone now. No one to take for granted. A death to be admired. A murder to commit. The streets are always empty. The bugs attack the streetlights. The silence is too lound. A certain suicide. The life behind the curtains. Secrets will search for reasons. A way to find the truth. A way to finf the truth. The laughter turns to screams. Did you feel the earth move? Did you hear the tree fall? Did you see the lightning? Did you die alone? We are dust.