Seething Stillness

My neighbor plays music so loudly, I can hear the chord changes. On Friday, I knocked on her door, pleading for peace. After twenty minutes and four drum solos on her door, I was fuming. She couldn’t hear me over the disco revival going on within. I wailed on the door with the curl of my fist and she finally emerged.

Now, it is silent. But the quiet is unnatural and patronizing.