The noise is ever-present, here. The hiss and roar of the city is an unidentifiable, averaged noise. Each sound is subdued by a gang of others, who ensure that none may stand out from the crowd, barely even the train which sometimes rattles along the nearby tracks. I close my window to shut the noise out like an unwelcome guest. The silence is sudden with the thump of the window latch - but momentary - as smaller sounds sneak through the cracks and fill the space with their hiss.
I can almost imagine I am human, here, with my windows closed and my duvet over my head, creating the silence which can never be heard and imagining the stars I cannot see.
