Thursday, June 23, 2005

the sound of silence

It's windy today. Very windy. On the first floor of this oddly spherical office building, all I can hear is the howling of the wind - like a wailing child, or a mourning bird.

I wonder why I found this place again. It's not like I have anything to say even a year down the road.

The wind screams its way up the elevator shaft, and for a moment you can stop and wonder if its ghosts whispering out dark secrets to you. Bah, who believes in ghosts. Yet even over the melodious voice of Sarah Maclaughlan crooning to me about faiths that died before Jesus came, I can hear that bird's woeful cry.

I apologize, I'm ranting again. There is no point to this, and I have effectively wasted 3 minutes of your lives - and in the background, our feathered friend solemnly mourns the unknown.


  1. Its amazing how both of us write on the same day and have the same theme.

    Tibet anyone?

  2. Anonymous12:49 AM

    Silence doesnt have a sound....Hmmmm contradiction