I spent the day inside
I hadn't eaten the whole night
I could not sleep a wink
I felt so far from alright
Thoughts that make my head spin
I'll think them all over again
To me it's everything
To you it's just a passing sight
I miss your voice, I hear it sing
Through apartment walls, Niagara Street
South Oakland, Pittsburgh, 2014
"A majority of the police force has been assigned to the crowded highways outside this deserted city.
And citizens remaining in New York may have to protect themselves from the cranks and looters known to be roaming the streets.
From the Weather Bureau:
The temperature stood at 110 degrees at 11 o'clock this morning. Humidity 91%.
Forecast for tomorrow...
Forecast for tomorrow...
Hot.
More of the same, only hotter."
"Stop it."
"I don't care. Who are they kidding with this weather report stuff?
Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow, you can fry eggs on sidewalks, heat up soup in the ocean, and get help from wandering maniacs if you choose.
What do you mean, 'panic'?
Who's left to panic?
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm told that my departing from the script might panic you, and—
Let me alone! Do you hear me?
Let me alone! Let go of me! Let me alone!"
Sometimes I have this dream
I'm going for a hike and discover a remote farmhouse on fire
Children are calling for help from the upper windows
So I call the fire brigade
But they don't come
Because some mad person keeps telling them that this is a false alarm
The situation is getting more and more desperate, but I cannot convince the firemen to get going
I cannot wake up from this nightmare
