Empty

Empty, today clanged along like a ox wagon in a spaghetti western in which whistling violins accompany an hour of slow movement over endless wastelands until when the most dogged member of the audience finally left the cinema, at that point a shot pings, a bullet shrieks and the driver dies.

I wonder what the rules are for confident and easy conversation are, do they include being interested in the other person and what the other person has to say, are they about having fun and witty anecdotes to fill those spaces?  What are those spaces, what is all that sodding silence about?

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