Post Meridiem

5:16

Sunday

There is never absolute silence, never absolute darkness.

Always the hum of the AC or the tick of the clock

breaking circadian rhythms. Always there

are red eyes of phones and laptops wat-

ching. Always the glow of street lamps

and headlights, the whine of sirens

and the low, grinding moan of the

airport. No city ever closes its

eyes and forgets the world

for a good..eh, 7 hours.

No city ever shuts up

or minds its own

business. That is

not the nature of

cities. Cities are

restless, impavid

creatures. They

make the world

go 'round be-

cause they

force it to

turn to

their

tune.

I am tired of listening. Just for a bit, I'd like the song to stop. Maybe then I'd finally get some rest.