Ceilings
Whether I am listening to talk radio, the hum of my computer fans and simply bathing in the glow from my muted television, I spend a lot of time looking up at my ceiling. It’s the most inanimate, yet the most lively object I’ve communicated with. Am I speaking directly to my ceiling? I don’t know. I don’t know if there is a higher power, and even if there was I am not sure if my words are being directed at them. I do know that my ceiling never interrupts my thoughts, and never makes me listen about its day. It is the only companion I have in this world that puts everything (if anything) aside for me.
