I craved serenity.
Teaching was chaotically deafening.
When the opportunity to work on the International Space Station presented itself
I seized it with both hands.
The extinction event on earth three years ago
has schooled me in the appreciation of noise.
I crave cacophony, the unadulterated din of life.


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  1. Sanch @ Sanch WritesSeptember 4, 2019 at 1:10 PM

    We don't realise what we have until it's gone. I like how you have narrated this and the slightly dystopian element to it

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  2. D3athLilySeptember 5, 2019 at 3:33 AM

    It's so true to love a thing after it is gone. I enjoyed the surprising turn this took midway through too!

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  3. HemaSeptember 5, 2019 at 4:08 AM

    Appreciation of noise - I really relate to that. This took an unexpected turn and I enjoyed it! - Mixed Bag

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  4. NorthieSeptember 5, 2019 at 12:09 PM

    I like the topping and tailing of this piece, the craving for something once detested.

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  5. JenSeptember 5, 2019 at 1:03 PM

    The phrase "unadulterated din of life" resonated with me. It's my daily reality with my kids :) They are so loud, yet, I know I would miss it if it were gone.

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  6. KimSeptember 5, 2019 at 1:29 PM

    This really felt like a whole story to me. Great job!

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