Human Noise

“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.” – Raymond Carver


n. the realisation that a random passerby has a life as full and vivid as your own.


n. the unnoticed brilliance that happens around us everyday.


n. the trace left behind after a person has left - the scent, the footprints, the molecules


n. the realisation of the smallness of your perspective.


n. resignation from human concerns.


n. the perfect, opportune moment.

The Sorrows

1. an unspoken intensity of feeling.

2. a spark of transcendence that punctuates the flatlining banality of everyday life.

3. a healthy kind of ache - that reminds you that you exist.