Prompt: “Sit at your desk and listen” Franz Kafka
I hear my computer. It’s softly rattling-whirring not screech-choking as if possessed. It only does that when I am at ease. I hear the ticking of the alarm clock I never use as an alarm. There’s constant woosh of the vents.
At this moment there are only the ever-present sounds. I like a quote, — I don’t know who said it I saw it online — “Art is how we decorate space. Music is how we decorate time.” If music decorates time, these sounds are nicks in the wall. Better yet, they are the walls.