strangers in nicaragua

the silence was penetrating. oddly though, it was difficult to tell the direction from which this silence rose. one might say that based on the nature of our surroundings, the silence came from without. from the stillness, darkness, basic no-frills environment, from nature itself.

i believed differently. i say the silence seeped up from within. born out of our mere presence, the spectacle that we were, the fear we must have injected at the simple sight of us. strangers, tresspassers, alien even. with people like us comes empty promises, the anxiety of hope, connections that disappear in a flash. i would fear such things too.

...break through the silence.