February 21st, 2021

caillebotte_man at his window

Reset Seventeen, Day Twelve

Saturday the hours got away again, as hours do, and the day flew after them, as days do. Night arrived and hid all but the electric lights, the moon, and two bright planets that I could see. To me, it's all a blur though. There was noise for a while, but it is quieter now. Not nearly silent, as on the forest edge, but distant and intermittently withdrawn, the town breathing and sometimes groaning in its sleep. In those moments when there are no sounds of cars even far off along the freeway I think of apnea. The place could be dead, might never come awake. Then maybe a dog barks and I too can breathe again. Not yet. Maybe soon, but not yet.


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