the last few days, weeks, months have been in silence. silence only interrupted in brief spurts by the whir of airplane noise; white noise we’ve each individually grown so accustomed to that it has become a nightly routine. not “ocean waves” or “tropical rainforest”. no, just white noise. a fan. sportscenter turned so low that highlights are inaudible. the sound of breathing through wireless ports. white noise that has permeated every aspect of our lives, so much now that it’s just there. effortless, the way we’ve always been…

tbc.