Monday, January 09, 2006
In the hotel where I have been staying, and which I am checking out of soon to move to a guesthouse, there is just one place where music plays: the lift. So as I wait for the lift, I hear music getting sometimes louder, sometimes softer, and can make out from the sound how far it is from me. It's fine music, by and by: the Goo Goo Dolls and David Bowie and Coldplay and so on. But one can't keep going up and down in the lift, and one has to, at some point, say goodbye to the music. The lift moves away, and the music grows softer and softer, and then there is silence.