"It's like you could hear the whole world through your heartbeat, this silence, so permeating. I can feel it through my skin, like water running over my fingers. I've never felt this way before. I've never heard silence before. I've always hurried here and there and everywhere, never stopping to smell the roses, never stopping to hear the proverbial golden silence. I never knew it would be so cleansing. I feel so revitalised by it, like it's washing my sins away..."
"June?"
"Hmm?"
"If you value this silence so much, then you can only do one thing."
"Hmm? What is that?"
"Shut up."
chiiyo's comments :
Wrote this in the middle of the night... or in the wee hours of the morning, whichever way you want to look at it. June makes her first appearance here, because I needed a name at that moment. Her long monologue is actually pretty typical of my own philosophical rambling style, mixed with some poetic and allegorical references. I think the other person is my practical pragmatic alter-ego... *silly grin* I actually prefer the other person's cynicism and sarcasm than June's enthusiasm...