March 28, 2015
I sometimes don't appreciate the stillness of my apartment. How the floor lamp in the opposite corner throws shadows over picture frames and shelves. Shadows that lean in my direction. There's a ceiling fixture that hangs from a piece of chain. And the chain points outward across the ceiling. The refrigerator humming. Very light rippling sound from the water filter in the 20 gal aquarium. A buzz, a rhythm of the way things are now. I like to be occupied, delving into a book, but I get tired after awhile. So I sleep, do anything to avoid the inevitable now.