growing up in a family of 5, i used to love to go away to get a new perspective. but after the last 3 wks in this silent flat all alone. i realised how much i missed the shouting and sheer madness of it all. i used to think that quiet was good but after this silent time, i realised how much it means to me. the sound of humans around me. sure i have friends i meet up once in a while but when the music fades, and the door opens w a techy beep. the silence hits you.
I have come to love the companionship of the shower, how the water ricochets off everywhere, echoing into white noise. drowning out the silence.