vous rongez peu a peu ma vie

i could explain, but...
Originally uploaded by jlovegren.

listening to the sound it made. Sounds, for me are important in that i use them to jog my memory. If I needed to remember, say in a week, what I was doing on that day, I only need to walk through the city until I hear a sound that reminds me of that day. Shopping carts clashing together could remind me of the sound of a raddle, tearing the paper off of a package, or pouring dog food into a metal bowl.
I can say now that I think every body knew well how things were proceeding, but didn't want break the film of mystification (which alone made everyone tolerable to everyone else) that englobed us.
Loreley stood up and went to carving the inscription into the wall,