People who live in the night are acquainted with all kinds of quiet. Thereβs quiet enough to hear the distant traffic. Quiet enough to hear your breathing. Quiet enough to hear a loverβs heartbeat.
Thereβs please-god-donβt-let-me-die quiet, and canβt-remember-her-name quiet. Is-he-lying quiet and canβt-make-rent quiet. Thereβs the quiet that inspires poets and quiet that torments the lonely.
All my life, I have lived with the feeling that I have been kept from my true place. If the expression 'metaphysical exile' had no meaning, my existence alone would afford it one..