Summer Heat

The quiet of the border between suburb and forest is is so peaceful, but there are grumblings from the landlord who seems to want more and more from me even though the deal was I could stay here for years. The background noise, the unspoken words, suggest that the years are becoming months pretty quickly and I've been here for three months now. No TV, but internet. No income, savings winding down. Trying to stay sane. Alone. Grumbling inside. No one hears it but me.

almost none now

the dog, the cat, the roommate is gone and i am in another space almost in the woods with very quiet neighbors and very rare road noises and so, there is the fridge, the fan for the laptop (cuz it would overheat without it), and the music (when i remember to change the cd and keep it going)... the previous entry discussed how it all seemed so profound... perhaps because i was reaching within the deeper background noise in my head or beyond in the stars... i forget for the moment... not quite senility, just apathy on steroids... perhaps i'll add a link if someone cares...