Captain Sam Wilson (captcommunist) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-05-17 11:11:00 |
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It probably hadn't been since college that Sam had gotten this quality and quantity of sleep - namely, not good and not much. In his conscious mind he blamed it on this place. Too used to New York, the silence seemed to press in around him, suffocating, making his brain try to compensate by turning the nothingness into a sort of high pitched tone as though imagining someone blaring a whistle at him without even a pause to breathe would somehow be more comforting than the countryside quiet. Times he's been out of New York he's usually at least been in cities. If not cities then towns, with the electric background hum of streetlights and fridges and idle computers and all the other digital detritus that formed modern human life. Even the few days he'd spent stranded on Exile Island - scared out of his mind, sure he was going to die on some stupid tropical island and his brother and sister would never even know what happened to him - there had been the white noise of the ocean. |