I Want to Live In Writerland
Embracing silence in a world of noise
Lately, I’ve been listening to the High School Musical soundtrack a lot. Some bro on Instagram said it would make me live longer.
You’re thinking “oh yeah. That song ‘We’re All In This Together,’ right?” No. The deep tracks.
Scream.
Can I Have this Dance.
Humuhumunukunukuapua’a.
I listened to HSM 2 in its entirety even though everyone knows that aside from Corbyn Bleu’s baseball diamond dance, the movie is total garbage.
Usually, the pop hits play in my headphones as I take my morning walk around town. This morning, in the middle of Everyday, I felt a fuming desire for silence.
I paused the music, took one deep breath, looked up at a maple tree, and started to cry.
Instead of the dulcet, studio-altered tones of Zac Efron, I heard…
934 birds screaming about the sunrise. A power saw spinning through brick at the old post office. Tires crunching on asphalt as commuters checked another drive off the calendar. The soft click of streetlights shutting off.
I felt…
The grit of my fingerprints rubbing against one another. My orange and blue Karhu shoes scuffling…