Is this wrong? It was one question that didn't need to be answered anymore. By that point, I knew it was wrong. I knew it had never been right, that it was not right currently, and that it would never in the future be right, either. No matter how much I knew the answer, the question persisted, pursued, and all around harassed me. It harassed my mental processes until all that was left was a mass of sticky confusion, and I had the displeasure of sifting through the impossible task of cleaning it. Not that it could ever be cleaned up. The sticky confusion was too much for me to handle alone, not that it would help to have someone else around.
Stalking through the endlessly empty halls never made it better. It had never made it better, it was not currently making it better, and it would never in the future make it better. But one must always try that solution which occurs most easily, methinks. And that was the simplest non-solution solution I had yet considered. The halls were deserted and all around a waste of my thoughts, as they drifted along the walls behind me, attempting to hide from the mess in my head.
And that question? It followed me. I screamed at it to get away.
"I know the answer! I have told you the answer! Yes! Why can't you take your answer and leave me the hell alone?!" But it never responded, never showed any signs of acknowledgment. And I knew that it had never shown any signs of acknowledgment, it was not currently showing any signs of acknowledgment, and it would never in the future show any signs of acknowledgment. I guess the answer just wasn't good enough.