That's how long it takes, about.
give or take the number of swats
--or in my case, bangs-- with a bedside book
or a bare hand if I really am that desperate for silence...
Every time I kill a fly I forget what killing feels like.
I mean, I hear the buzzing and I see the blackness and I feel annoyance.
I wonder if Mr. Miyagi was a fly in a former incarnation.
Maybe I was too.
Perhaps that is what Emily meant when she died and there was a solitary buzz
then--
--nothing--
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