The things we cannot change
The room is silent, but not really - silence being such a rare thing. In reality, the silence here is made up of the humming of the dorm-sized refrigerator, the heated air passing through the air vents, and some slight electronic hum that I can’t quite identify. It’s dark, too, except for the bedside lamp and the glow from my laptop screen. Normally, I would include the tapping of keys in the…