at the desk, was at work for 8 hrs today at the restaurant. its quiet right now. today i thought about how it’s never quiet in NYC… it’s quiet rn in my room at 1:41am. i hear the white noise of wind outside my window, a car will pass by playing music so loudly out of rolled down windows, loud muffler, but it fades off in the distance and i hear my fingers on my keyboard again… lovely. silence is so lovely. its space for sound… its space for the mind to spread its legs, to get up and stretch out a bit. can’t forget to be selfish sometimes and make time to be in silence. all i thought i wanted to do today was scream and be loud, but i hear this silence and it feels as though i’m being emptied out into the space around me-nothing coming in, everything must come out.