Sketch of Sound:

Observations from a lonely studio apartment:

The tip-tapping of the floor-heater.
The audio silently spewing grey noises.
The tick of a green wrist-watch.
The anxiety of a zooming-by car.
The sound of upstairs neighbors pound away at something.

The sound of this red pen cautiously gallivanting across the page, its stage.

Offering nothing of profundity or attempted or veiled profundity.

Merely the musings of an insomnia induced student on a Tuesday.

Happy Lent.