Spoken and heard


The past week or so has been spent in relative solitude. I have been alone in my apartment for hours and hours (and, um, days) at a time, allowing the silence to overwhelm and consume me. As an introvert, the more time I spend alone, the more time I want to spend alone… and this can quickly reach an unhealthy place.

The other morning, I woke up. I sat up. I listened. And it was quiet – silent, even. I looked around my room, and didn’t hear anything. My eyes were taking in my surroundings, but my ears were not registering any stimuli. Then my brain gears started turning, and I started to wonder. So I spoke.

“Am I deaf?”

And I heard myself.

I know… always so dramatic.


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  1. graham r on February 24, 2008 at 11:34 AM

    or you THINK you heard yourself…

    well, go grab Wilson, over-dramatize the building of a fire, and save yourself from the deserted island called Nashville!

    i love that story… and i love that you post it!

  2. Nicolas Frisby on February 24, 2008 at 1:22 PM

    If this was after the hair cut, maybe it was just the new acoustics?

  3. Greta on February 24, 2008 at 2:40 PM

    Hee hee.

  4. ashley & jeremy parsons on February 24, 2008 at 8:38 PM

    haha. graham and nicholas are funny dudes. very funny dudes!

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