. . . or at least pays homage to Moby-Dick.
I’m back to sounds and I must share this repetitive call. There is a glass door framed by metal that leads into the computer lab / library. Naturally, the floors are tile. At least 20 times a day the door sticks and slowly (lentemente) crawls closed, scrapping as it goes. The sound generated at first seemed alien. Now I realize it sounds like whale song. A symbolic reverberation of alienation and call.
And so I find I am happy and alone and there may be liberation in solitude, but for me there is always the need for call — and feedback. So thank you for the emails, greetings and well wishes. Connections maintained over a vast distance, not such a foreign or new concept after all.
Ah, and the door closes as if on cue.