a sound like someone not trying to make a sound is one of many themes from the john irving book i just finished and it has all sorts
of creepy implications…
it makes me think of the squeal of silence that used to drive me crazy when i would stay home sick from school and lying feverish on the couch of the living room, too uncomfortable to sleep and the vast silence of midday in an empty house closed in around me…
it also makes me think of other haunting sounds that make my skin crawl one is the noise of a television…not the sound of what is on the tv, but the sound the tv makes, another unyielding squeal kind of a sound… or the sound of my stereo between cds or the unusually loud hum of this very computer can practically induce a migrane…
well, now i must retire and crawl under the covers but not before turning on the air filter which provides precious white noise to keep all of the sounds of silence at bay…
