other sounds. It won’t stop.
My mind is frozen, frigid, thought trapped in steely grey walls, floating, escape impossible, resistance useless. Until sound intrudes and the walls crumble or the drawbridge opens. The dungeon where ideas are held is vulnerable.
And then talking on the radio, talking when there ought to be music, talking which draws attention to itself, for itself, its own sake, signifying itself and nothing else, asserting with ruthless intent.
Peace
Calm
Tranquillity
Quiet
Stillness
Tolerance
Aloneness
Clarity
Comfort
An absence of violence
An absence of competition
An absence of unnecessary movement
Harmony
Grace
Pleasure
Thought
Concentration
Focus
Relaxation
Lack of focus
Order
Future thought without dread
An absence of dread
Past thought without regret
An absence of regret
Painlessness
Emptiness
Fullness
A free agenda
Being occupied
Laziness
Industry
Rest after achievement
Rest after effort
Rest
Breathing deeply
Breathing cool fresh air deeply
Breathing through the nose
A good, hard sneeze
Nothing on the horizon
Gazing at the horizon
Wondering about the horizon
Wondering
Navel gazing
Thinking
Stopping
And starting again
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