"You know the secrets of how the future will unfold..." I realized aloud. Paradox's head turned toward me and they smiled in acknowledgement. "But Andy, you will not be born for a millennia. You know plenty of the truths of the future yourself...You have been looking for me, hoping I can manipulate time to send you h...
Pretty much what you would expect from the title. Just try to spend a summer in Southern Italy and not write poems about it, why don't you.
Sometimes quiet is so terrible that it makes me want to take refuge in noise. But I never regret the lessons I learn from it.