At one point in time I could enjoy silence. I found nothing but beauty in sunbeam dust. People repeating my words was just an irritant. I did not question ticking clocks and I could look away from angel statues without fear. I didn’t get out of reach of mannequins, and I did not freak when I forgot what I was doing. Captivity did not used to have musical meaning, and not everything deserved to be given a chance. There was a time when I was indifferent to bow ties, and a time when I did not look up at the stars and listen, hoping to hear the sound of a beautiful blue box.