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i wanted to write about the night last week when i was walking home down 10th street late at night. i was getting sick. it was windy and every surface was reflecting light. my ears were stuffed up, unbalancing everything. it was so quiet, i could hear everything. i could hear the size of the city. i could feel my footsteps and knew they were ringing out through the empty streets. i could locate with sonar every occupant.
i got into my room, and the silence was so loud. the silence was the roar of the ocean, without modulation. i had to snap my fingers by my ears so that it would quiet down.
i wanted to write a lot of things that passed by too quickly to settle into desk and hands on keyboard.
i got into my room, and the silence was so loud. the silence was the roar of the ocean, without modulation. i had to snap my fingers by my ears so that it would quiet down.
i wanted to write a lot of things that passed by too quickly to settle into desk and hands on keyboard.