You have no idea of the speeches I make to you in bed! Lying on my back, my feet pressed against the bedposts, on I go, quietly talking away to myself for my favorite listener!
Franz Kafka, 1913.
I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me