// the mute button inside your head is not a valid option. the colors inside your head fade in a violent yet sluggish way. and you walk away from a house full of doubts, a house full of huge tiny decisions that you regretted making one second before you made them. you shove parallel lives by shoving people on the streets. you shove possibilities on electric tables, electric boards that announce resignations.d you make your moves and your steps automatic in an attempt to make the world so small, so tiny that it looks like a short journey without destination. a short, safe journey. for all those lonely moments in the cities. for all those afternoons. for those people
