How black, is black ...'...How dark, is dark ...'... How empty, is empty ...' ... Black enough to surround someone in a blanket of insecurity. Dark enough to envelope behavior that mirrors the expression of the thing living inside the padded cell scraping its molded chains against decayed cement. And, empty enough to bleed dry any hope of recovering, and maybe the will of actually wanting to ... Aubrey Dehnem wavers through life unnoticed. That is,...