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In Silence

 Josh Olsen
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 Josh Olsen
In Silence
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Josh Olsen is a jobber of all trades and the co-creator of Gimmick Press.
In Silence
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TRY AS I MIGHT, I find it near impossible to sit in silence, though I find this to be a most admirable trait. Sitting in silence, without a single distraction. It may be odd, but this is what I remember most about my grandfather. Sitting in silence, in the kitchen, in the cabin, in the forest, with nothing but a cigarette and a cup of black coffee. Sometimes with the radio turned on, but with the volume turned down to a near inaudible level, just enough to barely register that someone, somewhere is saying something. Talk radio. Never music. Never music. Just voices. Faint voices. Apparitions. In the dark. Hours before sunrise. Even on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Especially then. Sitting in the dark, in silence, with a cigarette and a cup of black coffee. This, to me, is the mark of a man. My grandfather. Sitting in silence, in the dark, with a cigarette and a cup of black coffee. Comfortable in his thoughts. Comfortable in the silence. Me? I need as many distractions as I can get. Headphones on, bass-heavy music assaulting my ears. A laptop computer or book in my hands. Uncooked Pop-Tart in my mouth. And lots of creamy white milk in my coffee. This, among many other things, makes me less than. Less than a man. A lesser man. Uncomfortable with the thoughts in my own head. Unbearable thoughts. Nauseating thoughts. I tell myself, “I’m bored,” but over and over again, I keep hearing the words, “There’s no such thing as boredom, only fear,” and these words are correct. I fear. I am afraid. Which also makes me a lesser man. Unlike my grandfather. I tried it this morning. Sitting in silence, in the dark, before dawn, with a scalding hot cup of black coffee, Folger’s Instant, minus the cream (I skipped the cigarette, altogether), and barely made it three minutes. “I’m fucking bored,” I said to myself, and immediately heard the requisite response, “There is no boredom, only fear,” but I’ve got no patience for either, today.

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