There is something unnerving about peace and quiet, in my life at the very least. There certainly are not very much days of such, so much so when it actually happens, it is extremely unsettling; for it only foretells that of worse things to come, and there is no why, it just is.
Such serenity is so surreal, it can be said to be a chimeric concept. Optimists would definitely say that fantasy can exist as long as one has a little imagination. All it needs, is that spark of creativity to get it started off. This pessimistic cynic would probably spite that whimsical fancy notion by shooting it down with an ak forty seven first, such is my nature and natural instinct.
Peace and quiet? Not would be more like it.