Story example 1: Una historia en internet

Encontré esto en Everything2.com, una colección de escritos enviados por usuarios anónimos. Es una reflexión acerca de la ausencia. Estoy tratando de contactar con el usuario que lo escribió a través de la página web para preguntarle si quiere participar en el proyecto escribiendo una historia (o dejándome emplear esta.)

"A most maddening thing about absence is the silence. One becomes accustomed to the noises that beings make, and when they are removed, the texture of a place is changed. You think you hear their footfall, or the high pitch of their voice, but you're wrong. New sounds take their mark which were always there, uncovered from the hush; they are unfamiliar and foreign. You can try to mask that silence with music, or television, but it creeps around behind your back, waiting for you to go into another room, or to bed, or come back home from a trip to the store.

My ears are starving, though they'll grow accustomed to their new diet.

Another confounding aspect of absence is its manifest lack of activity. Oh I have plenty to do... things I've not had the time for, things for myself, things that I love. However the routine, or lack thereof, is terribly altered to the point that your concept of the passage of time is jumbled. When you're on holiday in a strange new place, time stretches out, mercifully. When you're alone, it does the same. Where before you had no time to yourself, and relished a moment without a single thing to be done, now you have more than you know what to do with.

My hands seem to think they are too idle, though they'll find grace in their work.

And how, how did these people take up so much space as to leave this cavernous void in their wake? Even if they're quite small they're capable of taking up an immense amount of area, it seems. Rooms become so big, you look around them in wonder... having never realized how expansive they were. And the space in between you and another, which sometimes is none at all, like small arms around my neck, becomes profoundly absent.

My skin is acutely aware of the air around it which lacks the drink of proximity. It will learn to breathe this thin ether.

This absence is my choice. I only get it in small doses. I was mentally prepared for it; I know that I need it. It's just shocking to realize that, in fact, you've never actually been alone, and to find that its effect upon your physical person is so pronounced.
It's peculiar."
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