This is why it's best to listen to no one, least of all yourself.
I could give examples of course, but you don't need me to. We all know what I mean.
And all those opinions, all that noise paints the darkness blind with its racket.
Many nights I want to disappear completely, opinions first- like toes first into a cold pool. The problem is that a disappearance like that would lend itself to all kinds of crazy opinions- he was whisked off by the NSA with a bag over his head for holding all those dangerous opinions; no, it was a drug overdose, one day his heart just gave out-- on and on. That's the noise I was talking about, the noise that covers our silent obscurity, our anonymity, our loneliness.
I think our opinions are our primary enemy against the forgetfulness of death. That's why everyone is so emphatic about them.
I could be wrong. That's just an opinion.