I like it when it's quiet.

Perhaps my body craves the serenity. That it wakes persistently, almost everyday, in the middle of the night.
I mean, wee hours of the morning, when the sun has not so molest this little island of buzz and fuss and proceed to violently overstay its welcome.

When it's quiet I can concern myself with the thoughts in my mind.

Daily distractions from the morning commuters, work emails, evening commuters, and my incessant drama watching leaves me little 'quality me time'.

Once I caught this German film- The Wall.
It was just great. The story was slow and leaves little for imagination after the first 30 minutes but I wouldn't mind alive like that.

What's that life you ask?

Ze vomen vaz at a cabin in ze alps and found zat she vaz stuck in za vicinity and enclosed by in invisible dome/wall.
She hadn't a human companion but only a dog and a cow.

Zat vaz ze gist of it.
It's like Robinson Crusoe but instead of an island, it was the alps. The scenery was beautiful. The movie was mostly narrated by the protagonist. You can imagine the types of things that went through her mind.

I don't suppose I'd actually want that. But I wouldn't mind if it's for a while. Heh.