This letter might come as a surprise as you never requested it. As always you might never answer back, but I might as well never send it. That’s our unspoken, unwritten convention and we both comply with it.
As you probably expect, I’m at home, as usual, staring at the radiator. I try to capture its imperceptible movements and sounds despite its apparent stillness and lack of mobility. Under my eyes, it becomes malleable. It is my only distraction and point of focus. As it strives to get the humidity out, it also keeps me slightly warm.
But today I’m distracted as there is a growing noise outside that challenges all my attempts to concentrate and isolate my thoughts. Did you also hear the sound? It has an uneven, thick, excessive ensemble of textures, a polychoral composition lacking control and direction. It’s hard to determine whether it is the sound of fury or pure enjoyment. Certainly there is an intensity of emotions.
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