{"id":789,"date":"2007-06-13T03:01:35","date_gmt":"2007-06-13T01:01:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/?p=789"},"modified":"2007-06-13T03:01:35","modified_gmt":"2007-06-13T01:01:35","slug":"our-hell-is-a-good-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2007\/06\/13\/our-hell-is-a-good-life\/","title":{"rendered":"<em>\u00ab\u00a0our hell is a good life\u00a0\u00bb<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>and then the silence.<br \/>\nit&rsquo;s alive, it dangles, it shivers, a splinter of time, a note and in the middle, brilliance.<br \/>\na year and two years and five years pass unnoticed, an infinite stare through the looking glass catches yet another distance, a second and a minute and an hour go by and i can change them into stone, this is the only thing i&rsquo;ve ever known.<br \/>\ni need to keep everything else, everything else to myself.<br \/>\nand then the silence that i close behind me after every step, it&rsquo;s awake, it&rsquo;s tied, it waits, an hesitation, just a whisper and the rest is gone.<br \/>\na lifetime passes unnoticed, nowhere is my place and a dozen thousand days at least, i need to be here at dawn and there at noon, nowhere is a place and i&rsquo;ve left my everywheres too soon,<br \/>\nbut then again, the silence.<br \/>\nit&rsquo;s warm, it swims around, it never sleeps, just a moment, a hazy sound and in the middle a presence,<br \/>\ni&rsquo;m backtracking all of it, like a mute phoneline, waiting for someone to finally breathe, but it goes like it came and i lose the imaginary connection, it goes like it came so i whisper farewell,<br \/>\nand then, the silence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>and then the silence. it&rsquo;s alive, it dangles, it shivers, a splinter of time, a note and in the middle, brilliance. a year and two years and five years pass unnoticed, an infinite stare through the looking glass catches yet another distance, a second and a minute and an hour go by and i can [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-789","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-unfinished-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/789","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=789"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/789\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=789"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=789"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=789"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}