You know how in the story "Hitch hikers guide to the Galaxy", that fellow Arthur Dent has his house demolished by the city planners who are building a super highway. When I was a child, the first house I ever lived in was demolished by similar looking city planners who were making a massive waste transfer station. A concrete garbage dump; people now throw out their trash on my childhood memories. So, as you could probably image i don't have much faith in the world to organize its shit.

I just want to make a good time go on.
I want to discover a dream hat, and turn it inside out.
If you're alive to live or die, good luck, don't forget to brush your teeth.

And, you know there are two types of silence, but I can only tell of one.