The Silence Arrives Before You Are Ready
The first night alone in a flat that is yours, only yours, you notice the refrigerator hum. You have never heard it before. In the marriage, there was always noise: arguments, the television left on to fill gaps, the particular sound of someone else breathing in the next room. Now there is the refrigerator. And you realise that silence is not the absence of sound. It is the presence of everything you were too busy managing to feel.
