The deafening silences
There's something really peculiar about the silence. It seems to be the loudest sound in the world. The one in which you seem to fear that your thoughts are audibly being pronounced for all to hear by Morgan Freeman. Ever since I started living on my own, I have found that the silences are really the one gift I can give myself. But it wasn't easy. Having grown up in a home which was always full of people, I craved having my own little piece of real estate. My father, being the former Marxist man of letters thought the television was a tool to amuse the masses and distract them from the real shit going on. He vilified it and rationed the amount of time his children could sedate themselves on it. This is not to say that Marxism leads inevitably to an authoritarian leadership with rations meted out by the man..but it's a curious coincidence. When he finally relented to the insipid offspring of his beating each other up, leaving stains in his books and running aroun...