Jump cuts

It's never enough.

Enough to quiet the words.

Enough to quiet, well... really anything.

There are always questions. Always doubts.

Always.

Shakespeare is playing in there. So's the Eagles, a couple of bars of "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego."

Random cartoon-like bubbles of conversations from days, weeks, years ago.

A whiff of a Central Asian road nearly a decade ago.

There are jump cuts enough to muddy the lines.

And the prevailing thought echoes the Teacher,

"Meaningless, meaningless. Everything is meaningless."