18 June 2012
To me waiting rooms are purgatory. The space where nobody really knows how to react so we just sit quietly and wait. I have a thing about silence. To me it's a personal challenge, daring me to make as much noise as possible. However the self conscious part of myself tells me to be silent, suddenly aware of the noise my body makes. Blinking, breathing, swallowing. I'm so noisy. Even when I'm trying to be quiet. The more I try to control it the louder my breathing gets and the longer my wait seems to be.
And then my name is aloes and everything returns to normality.
Waiting Room. • Opuss № I