...the end of the world hasn't granted the clumsiest among us any measure of grace.

I don't want to think about it, but I have to. Someone has to. I see the signs of spring and I weep...

If you don't know a name, you can't be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.

It's more like an absence of sound, almost like nature holding its breath. Like those corny lines in movies where the hero says, "It's quiet, too quiet.