Sounds Of Silence
It sure has gotten quiet around the Turbopalace. Housemate left in August, moving into the apartment across the fence with her boyfriend. 26 moved to Other Smallish City in September. And then 9, with whom I used to carry on extensive conversations, left earlier this month. There is a new housemate, but she is virtually never here.
Now the storm windows are in, and the sashes all caulked against winter. I can't even hear the neighbor's kids or accordian anymore. It is just deathly quiet, and rather lonely. I have the radio on a lot. Even the TV, sometimes. I lie in bed at night and know that there will be no unexpected sounds until morning.
Now the storm windows are in, and the sashes all caulked against winter. I can't even hear the neighbor's kids or accordian anymore. It is just deathly quiet, and rather lonely. I have the radio on a lot. Even the TV, sometimes. I lie in bed at night and know that there will be no unexpected sounds until morning.
posted by Turbo at 11:20 PM
3 Comments:
That sounds so sad!!!!
(((Hugs))))
"And know that there will be no unexpected sounds until morning" - what a perfect definition of being alone.
If you want to wallow in it a little (the key is only allowing yourself a little) grab a copy of Kate & Anna McGarrigle's track "I Eat Dinner" (from the album Heartbeats Accelerating). Best consumed in the almost dark with a glass of something amber-coloured and old.
Mmmm...sounds like a household that needs another kitty. Know what you mean about conversations with the cats - I think sometimes mine go lie in another room just for some quiet!
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