the music of chance, i loved that book by auster. the music he talks about is sometimes loud, so loud that it threatens to break the ear drums. and sometimes, so soft that it barely is a whisper. and i have learned that whispers are what i need to strain my ears to.
right now, there is almost an avalanche of whispers burying me. at home and at the work front. i am walling myself away from him, i have nt made my escape yet, i fear.
a new job, it is an upheaval. will my survival instincts work? should i resist the call now and refuse to budge, i am waiting for answers
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