Even listening to silence doesn’t drown out the noise. The nothing is more than I need to hear. There is a baby crying, not far off. An airplane and traffic and birds and a siren and a dog. Who is supposed to take care of the dog? Not me. I have my own things to worry about. I guess we all have our own things to worry about. Death is one thing, or, like, starvation. Or falling off a diet or the wagon or absent-mindedly running a red light. Can somebody please shut up that dog?
It was late afternoon when I had my fall. I guess it could have been early evening. They are so similar that I can’t keep track of when one ends and the other begins. Either way, the important thing is that I fell. This time, there was nothing to break my fall. Or is it brake my fall?
They say the universe is billions of years old, but you wouldn’t know it by me. I just got here, relatively speaking, unless I’ve been here all along and don’t know it, or don’t remember. Maybe I’m just visiting from a different universe. That’s probably it. This one is a little loopy. Or I am. There goes that dog again.
I didn’t fall from any great height. It couldn’t be measured in football fields. Maybe just half a basketball court. Not enough to kill a person, depending on what they fell on but, like I said, there was nothing to break my fall. Which makes me think maybe I’m still falling and maybe it can be measured in football fields.
When I was a kid I used to lay in a field near my house and stay as quiet and still as I could in the tall grass until the creatures of the field became acclimatized to my presence and resumed their natural habits. Maybe I resumed some of my own natural habits there too. It was so long ago that it’s hard to remember now.
Wait! I think I see something coming to break my fall.
