the quietest room in my apartment is my favorite room. funny how the whole day is noise — meetings, pitches, politics — and what i actually crave at the end of it is just... nothing. no agenda. no talking. no one trying to sell me something. just a glass of wine and the sound of my own breathing. it's not sad. it's a choice. it's the only time all day where i don't have to perform. i think some people would call that lonely. i call it the closest i get to myself.
