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Ever since this happened, this coronavirus quarantine, things have been very different outside my window.
My flat overlooks what is usually a very busy intersection. I always said that the endless traffic and impatient honking of horns at every hour stopped me from sleeping. However, there are no cars travelling by, and now I have discovered that I can’t sleep in this unusual silence. I wouldn’t survive living in a suburb rather than the city centre.
I need noise; I crave noise. An incredible feeling of emptiness fills the apartment, and I swear it results from the empty streets below.
I wrote this in response to this week’s Sunday photo fiction.