So what is this anyway? I'm not sure if I'm to be amazed or repulsed. No matter, though my personal insignificance seems reassured... Time's passing. Swell.

I was about to hit the shout button and yell out "What's the point?!", but a thousand echoes already preceded my wailing.

Kindred...

...but why?

I can already foresee us meeting, how we'd agree. And your words would be so right, I could barely stand it.

Is this just a revelation we all have to go through? I hasitate and turn to you, look you straight in the eyes, begging for an answer. And you wouldn't know what to say.

I've been here before.

I've felt this way.