[optional reading: the whingy bit. i’ve been working against the flow over the last few months. it feels like my last good idea was a very long time ago. i’m hoping it’s a side effect of winter, and the tiredness of organising a trip, and the disruption of working in a crowded office space… and,…
so there are different kind of silences: there’s companionable silence, when you know someone so well you don’t need to speak there’s awkward silence, gaps begging to be filled there’s reflective silence, meditative silence there’s relaxed silence, taking a breath there’s apathetic silence. whatever. there’s uncomprehending silence, bewildered into voicelessness. and then there’s the silence…
