ive come to realize i prefer silence when i am alone(most of the time) versus music. When i was a freshman in college i used to blare hip-hop and rap in my dorm. i was known for that. But ever since my internet quit working on my iMac, and i was unable to download new mixtapes and albums, I just accepted silence in place of played out repetitive songs.

i was in my pool earlier today, floating in the water, on my back, water in my ears. My eyes were closed; the sun was bright. All i could hear were the continual palimpsests of my heart beats, as they were constantly interrupted by a newer, fresher, beat. The sun blanketed my face and other body parts which skimmed along the water’s surface.

I thought about the short story I had read yesterday. A man tried to swim across the county he lived in through all his neighbor’s pools and the streams which interlaced and connected them, the Lucinda River as he called it. As the story continuted all awareness of time was lost. It became confusing. When the story started it was clearly summer, but as the tale continued his descriptions of his surroundings became more autumnal. And toward the end sounded as though it may have even been winter. Just as my concentration on the story made me lose all spatial awareness, my head met with the edge of the pool. I snapped up, it felt as if I had just awakened from a dream.

it’s moments like this one, which are why i enjoy silence and getting lost in my own thoughts.