Boy doing dishes.

Silence. Dimly lit room and
silence. Boy is standing

there in silence. In Boy’s
own part of the world.

When you move in close,
you realize Boy’s insistent

scrubbing the dishes. Slow
and meticulous. Boy does not

leave leftovers to rot. Boy
makes sure there is nothing

left unscrubbed. Most of the
light is cleanliness reflecting

Boy’s handiwork to the room.
If only the world could be kept

this clean, is what Boy would
think. But thoughts have a weight

and a humming about them. There
is only silence in this room. No

thoughts to weigh down on Boy.
There is only water and soap and

instruments. And Boy to create
symphony in silence.


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