And to be honest, I couldn’t be happier.
They have totally free Wifi here – which not even Starbucks is willing to give up without a fight – and it’s as quiet as a damned college library. I can even hear the air whistling past the wiry nose hairs of the guy sitting next to me. And in some grossly odd kind of way I find it soothing.
I suppose I like it for the same reasons that I liked libraries as a kid. Everyone looking downward, in our own little bubbles, a forced silence that none of us are brave enough to break for fear that the larger than life powers that be might slap a ruler on our desks.
And this is meaningful for me because if you give me a short stretch of silence I’m the first to fill it up. It’s not out of nervousness or any existential fear of empty space, but rather that I really just have so much I’m dying to say.
So when, in a room like this, I’m forbidden to exercise my verbal muscle, I get to spill it all onto a fresh white page like this. And that’s when I’m reminded that oftentimes writing a whole lot of nothing can be so much more gratifying than talking about so many somethings.
Aaahhhhhh. Now doesn’t that feel better.