Quiet was the absence of words, music, radio, and later, when we all went our separate ways and had our own homes, TV.
A New York silence, in a still night, was (and still is) filled with the noise of other people's lives. And the silence and stillness was (and still is) a muteness that came from watching lives we couldn't figure out how to replicate.
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That feeling of being high above and cut off from life, of existence being suspended, of being a spectator instead of a participant; just for a little while; sometimes interesting but most times just lonely. Is it just me or does apartment living compartmentalize a person to the point where you find it difficult to interact with others. Your whole life is broken up into little boxes of work/home and it is very hard to break out of that.
Oh well!! Enough of that! Have to say, I enjoy your blog very much.
delighted with your visit and comment on this experience of being boxes. Even knowing my neighbors there is great silence in my life as I listen to them...
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