Guitar sounds spill out of the speakers and echo around the empty house, filling a lonely soul with noise and distraction.

The music puts on the illusion of activity, the lies of entertainment, the spectacle of distraction.

There will be more times of lonely despair, but now beer and song drown the echoing of thoughts.

Alcohol clogs the workings of the mind, slowing the crazed lonely thoughts that would spin out of control. Insulating the crashing insanity against oneself.