In an apartment of five roommates, you learn to cherish the calm, quiet moments of solitude captured in the most unexpected of hours. It’s seven in the evening, and our common room is filled with silence, and its only occupant is me. A ruckus of clomping down the stairs and of voices pitched higher than normal pull me out of that calm moment.
It’s three of my roommates interrupting the silence to make tea. Two of them are going at it, back and forth.