There's no rush. Dawn is miles away. And there is plenty to listen to.
Idle thoughts, dreams, murmured conversation, the buzz of the television, the single mother pacing a room anxiously while she tries to get her crying infant to sleep and not disturb her neighbours, disturbed neighbours, a dog scratching at a bathroom door, one couple making perfunctory love, a woman practicing her acoustic guitar, and
come to me
a lonely soul. Watching television, preoccupied with past bad decisions, a recent breakup, a job he doesn't want. He is a little nexus of ordinary melancholia, this man. The stress of a decent, even remarkable salary and rising costs of living. He knows he has to downsize. Pare down, cut down, slice and slice.
"Have you found him?" Armand inquires. He cannot direct Daniel's focus, but he has his own set on this mortal, gently encouraging this unspooling of despair, watching it grow colder and colder, denser and darker.
The man decides he has to get out of his head, out of his apartment, or he'll go nuts.
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Idle thoughts, dreams, murmured conversation, the buzz of the television, the single mother pacing a room anxiously while she tries to get her crying infant to sleep and not disturb her neighbours, disturbed neighbours, a dog scratching at a bathroom door, one couple making perfunctory love, a woman practicing her acoustic guitar, and
come to me
a lonely soul. Watching television, preoccupied with past bad decisions, a recent breakup, a job he doesn't want. He is a little nexus of ordinary melancholia, this man. The stress of a decent, even remarkable salary and rising costs of living. He knows he has to downsize. Pare down, cut down, slice and slice.
"Have you found him?" Armand inquires. He cannot direct Daniel's focus, but he has his own set on this mortal, gently encouraging this unspooling of despair, watching it grow colder and colder, denser and darker.
The man decides he has to get out of his head, out of his apartment, or he'll go nuts.