Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.
It´s a little song about abandonment, and it goes something like this….
Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.
It’s adult swim time and I’m diving in here at the shallow end.
A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.
The abandonment came, and now this shabby bacchanal.
Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.
I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.
For me, it´s sloth,” I say. “Hedonistic sloth and escapism.