by Laura Crowe
Deafening silence, what a beautiful oxymoron.
When I sit and get lost in my thoughts the silence
overcomes me. My eyes squirm under my closed
eyelids, because the silence is buzzing in my brain
and echoes in my skull. This silence maddens me
and I cry out “For the love of God make it stop!”
But the loudness of silence is soon replaced by the
loudness of this wretchedly beautiful city.