/tags/farmhouse/Recent content in Farmhouse on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usFri, 26 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2019/07/26/where-are-you/Fri, 26 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2019/07/26/where-are-you/<p>Where are you?</p> <p>I don&rsquo;t know who you are or what you look like, it&rsquo;s your decision if I ever know. I&rsquo;ve been waiting. All alone in this old nondescript farmhouse. There is no sound here, no busy streets or bustling sidewalks, no noisy highways or crowded commuter trains, no intrusion or interruption. Rather, only a light breeze that jostles the leaves of the sycamore trees that dot the acreage into a peaceful organic white-noise, and an occasional creak from the empty abandoned hay barn, long devoid of everything except weathered slats and a single cast iron block and tackle hanging low from the main beam.</p>