My relationship with quiet is pathological, says a friend. She’s not entirely wrong. I live in New York, and I find it quiet. Between affliction, addiction, and pretension – I have come to let the unsaid rule me with a heavy hand. This space is about what I give it back in gratitude, and in love. These are words never to be sounded, thoughts best left drifting in silence, bordered if you must, with the softest of keystrokes.