29 9 / 2009
Test post 2; thoughts before bed
The wall is large, and blank. I wonder how much it measures, in arms and lengths and metres. I wonder what has been hung on it before, who has leaned against it… whose curious ears have pressed against its cool surface, straining to make out voices and words. I wonder if any animals have ever swished their tail along the skirting board, or if heights have been crayoned into the door frame; childrens’ heads arching to see a difference, sticky hands and secret tiptoes. The curtains hang resolutely; no midnight zephyrs to play in their folds. A tower fan chugs away in the centre of the room, oscillating awkwardly, drunkenly almost, as if it cannot steady its weight.
In another room the phone rings. Why is the call of a home telephone that much more unsettling than that of a mobile? Something in my belly stirs as, in the distance, the telephone sings into the darkness.
I bury my head under a pillow in protest.
