Retreat to the corners

At loud house parties, did you ever slip away and close the door of some corner room, dampening the bass, the chatter, look about at the eerie stillness – a museum at night – and fight the urge to sleep in the comforting far-off cries of sirens, in your city-loft; the wildness swarms but wraps and bends around your solitude.

I suppose they call this ‘privacy’; the ability to disengage, and retreat to your corner of the house.