there's a lot of stuff in the silence.

 the silence is packed.

more silence than silence can contain. it is barely contained. we are strange containers. there's anger and hurt in the silence, and mysterious apathy. this is not where we want to be. at the beginning of the retreat, in the middle, indrawn, in the midst, of unknown duration, retreating from the retreat, sheltered in, where there is no further retreat. this is how and where we begin.