Day 58 Ruminating And Writing

Silence

The sweet silence, the lack of human noises at the outskirts of the world, that’s what I grave for. The constant electric hum, the car tires grinding against the road, the chatter of meaningless. We produce indifference.

I want to sit there where there are no humans. Only the susurrus of leaves and the calls of the birds unknown. I want to breathe in the humid air and know that I alone am there.

A Pet Dragon

He walked into the pet shop at the corner of his neighborhood. It ha...