anne's chit chat

It is so quiet here.

Sometimes the rhythmic hum of the printer drives me crazy and I have to turn on iTunes to drown out the sound.

The stillness forces me to go into my head. To climb in there and really, oh I don’t know, analyze and criticize. You’d be surprised.

I’ve never been to this place. In this place.

This thing is – it is so quiet here. Sometimes I hear but I can’t speak. Sometimes I step forward but nothing moves. My place doesn’t move.

You wouldn’t understand because you don’t have to.

I know what to do, I always do.