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August 5, 2017

Is This Zen?

I’ve been doing a lot of sitting, and staring at the wall.

I can hear the birds that live in my neighborhood, when the fridge┬áisn’t drowning them out. The sound of creaky floorboards, and the AC.

Occasionally a car goes by. Farther away, a big truck.

Then it’s just the bugs.

And back to my thoughts.

For a while, that’s all I hear.

Then, eventually, my breath.

For a brief moment, nothing.

Nothing.

And then the fridge.