there’s a volume that gives the shivers. the rise up the neck. a tense wonderfulness. just before the pause ends. a build up in the silence that you know is going to break. and it won’t be there if it wasn’t right but it hits hard at the right volume. set the dial to where you can feel it. thump in the chest. almost making it hard to breath. and you’ll read into this what you will. you’ll read into it who the you even is. always seeing what you want. and nothing will change that. the you. the you you might think it is. when really it’s not you. or you. it’s an empty collective you that isn’t.