the art of dreams
[It was a beautiful thing, really. It smelled like the sweat of a dancing grenade, and if you listen carefully, you can hear them call it...a "dream."]
"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime."
Khalil Gibran; On Talking