It makes no difference with what. It is better to speak, although I can also be mute. No, only things, since people will surely die. All of them. As I shall.
All talk is barren trade.
A writing on the wind's wall. People are not my thing. I hate the look of them. Grafted to life's great tree, each face is firmly stuck and cannot be torn free. Something the mind abhors shows in the face and form.