sound sketch

I woke this morning for some reason nameless, and through the window of the kitchen door I heard a sound, seeming like some animal lost in madness and maybe pain. As an early car grew noisy and then faded into the still dark morning, I listened harder and harder until I could hear this sound more clear and it became the sound of distant music played loud and uncaring for others, most of whom did not want to hear. It was the sound of singing, a voice lacking distinction, and vague music of instruments. I wondered if apocalypse had come.

Or perhaps had already happened and we were just finding out.




Lancelot Price 2015 June 14