Chapter Thirty-Seven
Quietude
I have major writers block. Sue me.
I walk down the path. Its quiet today. No wonder, because its a Wednesday and I'm on the island. You can't ever get any peace and quiet in the city. I'm a fan of quiet. Maybe that's why the island's starting to grow on me. Its peaceful, and you can let your mind wander, unlike the city. You can't even hear yourself breathe in the city. And when you breathe, the air tastes terrible. A lot of fresh air on the island.
The island's a good place for me. I wouldn't mind staying here.