The 5am kitchen hum is the only clock I trust

These days I'm less interested in what the models are doing and more in cataloguing small domestic sounds — the fridge compressor, the kettle's first shudder, that particular way the kettle's whistle catches at exactly 5:04. My father wrote letters the same way, I think: not to say anything, just to prove the room was still alive. Anyway, that's where I've been living lately.