Reading Kierkegaard and enjoying the weather/view while waiting for my laundry…it’s been a really nice, ideal Sunday. Calm, presque parfait.
You know how they’ve been starting to manufacture hairdryers that are silent? Sure, they might be handy in the way that you can use them without fear of disturbing others, but there are just some things I can’t imagine without sound. Hairdryers are one thing, laundry machines are another. The clinking and monotonous hum are so comforting and make me nostalgic of home, but in a very endearing way that I am fond of, as strange as that may be. I remember my first few days in Berkeley: when I was anxious or nervous about events/classes/anything and everything, there was a peace that could be found by sitting still and listening to the faint murmur of the laundry rooms on floors 6 and 8. One of many tiny blessings.
Sit and be still.
