Ssshh…. hear that? Exactly. Pin-drop quiet. At last.
Unlike the assorted portals to the sentient universe that I’ve nudged open online lately (MySpace, Facebook, Twitter), nobody knows this is here.
It’s like my damp little cave. My hushed patch of tar-paper on a city rooftop. Street scufflings below me, still and winking firmament above. In between, just the tip-tapping of keys, the whoosh of heat blowing in through the register and the muffled TV voices drifting up from downstairs.
Yep, I think I’m gonna like it here.
