Day 28
It's hard to find a good silence these days, Todd realized as he crossed the street. All day, he had been plagued by a squeaky shoe, and the office fan had sounded like a rickety mechanical cat. Even a few drops of oil would be of no use to silence that noise.
He had read about isolation chambers, where they float you in water and all of your senses are quieted down. That would be an interesting feeling. To not hear, taste, feel, or smell anything. Todd had a hard time imagining it.
Once, in the early morning, he had wandered into the concert hall and sat down on the stage. The quiet had rolled off the walls like mist on the sea, but it hadn't been silent, just quiet. You could have heard a pin drop, but that was just it. You'd still be hearing the pin drop.
[I clearly need a way out of this scene, but I'm not finding it right now. Oh well, it's a start.]
He had read about isolation chambers, where they float you in water and all of your senses are quieted down. That would be an interesting feeling. To not hear, taste, feel, or smell anything. Todd had a hard time imagining it.
Once, in the early morning, he had wandered into the concert hall and sat down on the stage. The quiet had rolled off the walls like mist on the sea, but it hadn't been silent, just quiet. You could have heard a pin drop, but that was just it. You'd still be hearing the pin drop.
[I clearly need a way out of this scene, but I'm not finding it right now. Oh well, it's a start.]
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