business in town.
it's where the record
shop used
to be.
it's called the
Quiet Place.
Quiet Place.
it's a little room
where you go in
to sit or lie down on
the wooden floor.
the walls are painted
white.
there's no music,
no talking, no sounds
at all being
made.
they offer no coffee,
or bagels,
no affirmations or
advice.
for five dollars a pop
you can go in and lie
on the floor for fifteen
minutes
and get away from
life.
i can't help but think
of the pet rock
when i go inside.
the value of nothing.
a brilliant marketing
device.
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