The Conqueror

4’33”

(Suddenly she falls silent. She has never done that before. Stayed quiet for so long. I think she is crying. No, she is not crying. Just looking out into the darkness, staring. As if at an aeroplane, a craft, with no lights, no sound. Angels. All stories deal with what cannot be said, cannot be written. Time for stillness. Time to feel the weight of one’s own body. Time to listen to the beating of the heart. This miracle. To live. To be granted another second. And another. Another. Another.)