The summer air is intertwined with the smell of autumn. The faint dusty smell of fallen leaves. The sunlight is golden, like the silence. There is nothing for it. It is destined to be so. Life is quiet. Silence is loud. Fantmories and songlyrics. Blood rushing around and around and around. Nowhere at all. But all around me. Pianoman pours a little Moonlight sonate into life. Run like hell, freeze on the spot. Why so...why not?