... ..nautilus ....August 5, 2004   Silence roars through this house like ocean in a chambered shell.  Shutting the mudroom door behind me, I stand alone in the kitchen and stifle the urge to yodel.  Then I think of nothing and time goes missing.  Stretched across my bed, I stare at the ceiling, my brain suspended in pickling brine.  The fan above cools my naked, clammy skin and, if I squint just right, the dimming light crumbles into particles that fall like rain.  In the end, my eyes close and I breathe. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..3d quarter index..|..next

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