I’ve Been Quiet
The inside of my head has been quiet.
Maybe “quiet” isn’t the word. Maybe it’s more like a screw you’ve tightened a little too much.
Clamped down hard.
It’s like “the world is too much with me,” to steal a phrase from Wordsworth (and then alter it). Of course Wordsworth was standing on the precipice of the Industrial Revolution and not loving it, and I’m only standing on the…