Author's Note: First and last lines of the second paragraph are from A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Habit; 33

I live from day to day, routinely, in utter accordance with the habits I've cultivated. Oh, sure, I suppose it's not a habit to avoid—no, never mind. Doesn't matter. I'd like to—no, never mind that either. Doesn't matter. Why would it? I mean, worthless thoughts from a worthless being.

For you in my respect are all the world, I think. You are out there, watching, and it is you who matters. So what if I get lonely? I conclude: then how can it be said I am alone when all the world is here to look on me?