laidinruin9's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I'm sitting here in my dorm room. Lugash plays his drum set over my head... endlessly... I have grown accustomed to his rhythms, his beats. I've grown to ignore it, or accept it, or both. Music plays from another room, occasionally blasting and making my roof and walls shake. People pass through the hallways; the elevator arrives and dings its alert before running up and down again, rumbling as its machinery struggles against the weight of up to a dozen kids on the weekends all crammed into the space of a 4'x5' box, talking loudly, laughing nervously. Outside of my window is the constant sush of cars along the highway, a sound I've only recently adapted to. The sounds of living things are endless here; sometimes they drive me insane until I pound on my ceiling and pray for them to stop. But in my new home these city sounds become increasingly normal, increasingly comforting with the knowledge that here I am not alone, here there are other people living, breathing, learning, loving. 9:17 a.m. - 2009-11-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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