There and back again. Sort of.
He'd been sleeping endlessly with no need for much besides his own thoughts, compositions and silences. Due to lack of use and possibly lack of need. Or both. And while he slept, his house did too.
Everything seems dusty and in need of sorting out. He's not sure what's changed but whatever has, it's for the best. There's something like loneliness but the sort of loneliness that a person needs. Not the loneliness of before or the anxiousness. Daniel distracts himself with the touch and feel of piano keys and cobwebs. He feels older or perhaps simply more comfortable. Not a single bit wiser but he wasn't expecting wisdom.
Everything seems dusty and in need of sorting out. He's not sure what's changed but whatever has, it's for the best. There's something like loneliness but the sort of loneliness that a person needs. Not the loneliness of before or the anxiousness. Daniel distracts himself with the touch and feel of piano keys and cobwebs. He feels older or perhaps simply more comfortable. Not a single bit wiser but he wasn't expecting wisdom.