The New Year began, albeit briefly, in silence. Every other carbon-based life form slept within the walls of our home. Suddenly rapid-fire, staccato bursts of gunfire from the outside world celebrating the odometer in the sky rolling over provided a jazzy, black ammo-based chaotic soundtrack.
I can’t help but feel safe, with a perfectly appropriate song to escape.
Living in this world, hiding in plain sight, knowing when to run for cover and when to fight, is far better than building walls and leading an aseptic life.