William needs a moving truck and some peace.

"I need to listen and not panic, you know? I just can't panic."

"Right."

"And listen intently."

"Right."

"You know?"

"I know."

"I'm nervous about it. I think I'm afraid--really, you know? A little. I have been strangled with bouts of hysteria just trying to calm down--stay calm. You know? Relax and listen.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Are you trying to calm down?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know."

"I have to shut this whole system down. I am trying to fire everybody that's in my head, because I can't hear."

"What?"

"It has been a fuckin' circus in there. Don't you feel the same way? I mean I can not continue to subscribe to this existence the way it is. You know? This existence is fucking screw up, it is a calamity. Don't you see that? There are no answers coming from it. I at least realize that now. I have to quiet my head and listen. I have to fire everyone in my mind and then wait. I have a million square feet in there and it is filled to the rafters with your problems and how I hate my boss, and should I walk the fucking dog, or will I be destitute this month, and can I eat burritos after eleven pm."

"Yeah that isn't a good."

"What?"

"Burritos."

"I don't want to panic anymore. I'm tired."

"I can understand that."

"I just want empty it all out and have delivered the only experiences my head needs."

"It won't make you interesting..."

"To people like you, no. But I will find another empty house bastard."

"What is it going to do?"

"A empty head?

"Yeah?"

"Like I said things will be delivered. There will be furniture in this mug. The shit will be quite minimal, orderly. Those looking will understand me better. I will utter complete sentences. I will stay focus and attentive while saying paragraphs that makes sense. I will start making sense. I will be happier, I'm sure. Be patient. I will help you figure out how fucked up you are, and untangle your ass from some stuff."

"I like my stuff."

"I know you do."

"My house filled to the rafters."

"Yes. You can't even get in there. You can't find a seat."

"Yeah."

"I can't see you and you can't see yourself."