A layer to many things
A damped-down feel, a damped-down sound --
Much is filtered. Much is less forceful. Much is too quiet.
A place is merely brushed with its signs of habitation:
-- maybe plants have shown the first signs of wilting
-- maybe a faucet drips...drips...drips...
-- maybe bedsheets are improperly made, pulled up but askew, pillows still impressed with what once lay there
-- maybe a book has fallen over, covers and pages splayed and bending
-- maybe undisturbed spiders and flies find their spaces and corners.
Something is missing.
Some light reaches it. Not as much as expected.
And the dark hours ensure that less light will enter.
Another day. Further dust. Stillness still. Silence stretches.
Entropy on a one-room scale.
The creases, the dust, the draining go on --
Christopher Walsh, 2010
This was written in mind of a friend who I hope is getting better.
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