And this, noted, following any rave or big night out, the quietude of mind.
Exactly that. That the world's dialed down to 1, 0 even. You hear the sounds, the street, the mind-numbing chatter of idiots, but it's dialed down to zero.
There's no background noise, nothing, not even the sound of your own thoughts. Just a comfortable absence of all thought.
Outside, thundershowers, rain. The same as the subliminal stop-smoking soundtrack I listen to.
I check the fridge for food, nothing but condiments, I make up some rice and choose from a variety of flavours to season it with.
Now I can see past the abomination I've made, can see clearly the errors in the painting on the easel, and sit quietly and enjoy the absence of mind. A proper stay-cation.