28 August 2012
I walk on the sidewalk to the total absence of sound. The penetrating quietness leaves much unknown. No questions are answered while the world sleeps. Occasionally though, a piece of gravel crunches beneath me, setting molecules in motion, creating vibrations in the air that reach my eardrums with the speed of sound.
The warm light from the lamp posts create lurking shadows. I am their puppet. The shadows change pace as they follow me. Faster. Slower. Faster. Slower. At times a shadow walks away by it self. It could be because of the presence of someone else. Maybe someone I know.
A small red car drives by and slows down to look at me. As if to see if I am human. He looks tired. I wonder who he is, that person that looks at me so curiously. What are his dreams? How many of them will go crashing into pieces? How will he eventually close his eyes and die?
Rain starts to pour down as I continue to walk aimlessly. The total absence of sound is no longer. Raindrops fall from the sky, making me soaking wet. They then continue from the top of my head down to the ground, which is soaked as well. As the rain hits the asphalt it brings back memories. Not the the sound or the sight of it. No, the smell. To me, the smell of emptiness. It's like I'm sitting there again on the curb that day. Sitting there, all alone for the first time. These are the thoughts that torture me.
The rain no longer pours down. The asphalt is drying up. Total absence of light. Total absence of rain too. Total absence of sound. Total absence of you.
Total Absence • Opuss № I