The silent twins had each other to talk to and other than a stoned moment or two it was enough to keep them silent for years, maybe thirty years. Even with each other that takes self control. I hope I have the self control to remain silent for a couple weeks.
When I was young I was the person in the book wanting to tell my life through poems I was writing about an interesting thing, or a myth, or an atrocity, for we lived in atrocious times, but really the poem was meant to be about me. But I could never work out which myth or atrocity to choose so I wrote nothing. Nothing of concequence.