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tappity-click-clack-BAM Another week spent in San Jose/San Francisco. Twelve-hour days. The usual. Upon returning and collapsing across the bed, a text message arrives from a friend from Reno:
Of course. Saturday night now and I am awake. I’ve not caught up on my sleep. There was a nap earlier today, of suitable length, but it appears to have done me in on this sleeping business. Felicia is asleep. Oscar is asleep beside me on the couch. Gabby is asleep on a pair of Felicia’s pants. Whole apartment dark except for the dimmest setting on the living room lamp. Sitting here, brain in a loop that will solve itself momentarily, I’m sure: you’re awake? I am wearing the headphones, though. Mostly because a few minutes ago I was watching some little video clips that arrived in my work inbox. Also because they make my ears feel safe. you don’t check your work mail on the weekend, retard. These headphones are inexpensive, I think. After I am finished watching the video clips, I realize that I can hear externalized sounds amplified in my ears. I can hear the sounds of Felicia breathing as she sleeps. I take the headphones off. Not a sound in the apartment. I put them on again. I can hear the sounds of the television upstairs. I take them off. Silence. Magical damn headphones. But they keep my ears warm. So I wear them, and listen to some music to drown out the noisy world. Song that spins up is Springsteen — it’s a Springsteen-only playlist, sort of the theme for this book, I guess — and it’s this haunting track that I remember first hearing as it played over the closing credits of John Sayles’s movie Limbo. The song is called “Lift Me Up”. I think I may just loop this one awhile. time to write now? |
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