Weaving silence

It was quiet weekend. Followed by a quiet day today. Last week had large periods of quietude too. I don't think such a large conglomeration of silence is mere coincidence. I think I've been making it.

It's a strange sort of industry I admit, this manufacturing of silence, but it's an art I have some skill at, and more, it's something I occassionally need. For the most part I'm a quiet sort. Whilst I've been coming more and more to realise the limations of my own company, I remain partial to it nevertheless. I may once have worried that I was treading a path towards misanthropy, but I don't think that was ever really the case. I like people after all. People are cool. They're fun to hang around, to talk to, and be with. Life is generally better in the presence of company to share it with. But at the same time it's an exhausting business too, and sometimes I just need to get away from it all, if only for a little while. Rest assured I mean no slight to those of you reading this whose company I promise you I am looking forward to sharing in the weeks/months/years ahead.

But for the moment... shh be vewy, vewy quiet