The Soothing Sounds of Your Subconscious Soiree
There
was a lull in the party, and the guests resorted to entertaining themselves
by seeing who could blink the loudest. Then it occurred to him:the music,
possibly something very French, sounded muted, flattened, like it was
wafting through cracks in the walls. It sounded like a party next door.
"Forget this," he thought, and threw something else, let us say the soundtrack
from "Breakin'," into the CD player.
The party soon revived itself, but what he had felt was not to be forgotten. Perhaps it was not the sounds of a party next door he heard, but a cocktail soiree of existential angst deep within the recesses of his psyche. Chances were good he would dismiss this notion come a sober morning, but maybe it would torment him, and he would pursue it like a cerebral Moby Dick.
