William is trying to hear.

" I need it quiet."

"What? Here?"

"It is not necessarily the loud people that I worry about. It is the ones that get to close....it is about the places my mind takes me to when I am trying to escape the stark now.


"That stark now gets me."

"I'm serious here."

"I know."

"Huh?"

"I hear you. The stark."

"It is like I am in a concert hall..."

"Which one?"

"I am at a symphony....and all of these instruments are playing to distract me. It is distracting me so I can't gather consistent thought, I can't here the flute. I can't hear the quietest instrument that will direct me..."

"I don't understand."

"I don't care about finances and family disputes. I only care about the accountability of self and everything that serves that."

"Delicious."

"That quiet flute."

"What?"

"I just want to hear....everything else is so loud..."

"OK."

"It's...all a distraction from my interaction......."

"What?"

"And this interaction is with myself. I need it for an exact direction out of this preposterous illusionary life.."

"I can't say......

"I need the exact place to go. I am looking for only one sound for this."

"Like me for the perfect apple fritter."