From my kitchen,all is quiet tonight.Traffic gone,birds asleep,planes landed,trains axed decades ago by beaching.
All is silent,except for the kitchen clock.My sonic companion,my reluctant pulse,my obstinato of a sort.Its so true what they say,”You take things for granted until they aren’t there anymore”.You see,the clock stopped ticking last Friday.As the sun went down,silence descended like a mist.For someone who has often said that he desires silence,but I was immersed in its absolution,I couldn’t handle it.This silence cut me emotionally,like the feeling when your children leave home.Oh yes,you moan about the noise coming from their rooms,but as soon as they go off to Uni,well,you bang on abut it being too quiet.So,I was back in that black hole of silence.Pretty scary for me,compounded by the house changing its acoustic due to new flooring.
There’s being sensitive to sound,noises and stuff,and there’s being obsessional.Me,I fall into the later category.Its not something that I purposefully developed,it’s just me.Ive always been like it.Most of my days are spent just Listenning,Listenning and more Listenning.its an odd companion this obsessive stuff,but it’s what I am,I suppose.We all have our quirks,so that’s mine.
So,yesterday,I got a new battery for the clock.Not having,or hearing it tick contributed to me missing its order,it’s shape,the pendulum,the whole experience.This clock is moulding me,it is an ever present,and non silent partner.
In this moment,it ticks,it ticked a minute ago,and will tick in an hours time.Its comforting,it’s real,it’s right.
Three cheers for the clock!!!!