Suffocation

most would say that a suffocating feeling would be produced by being squashed in a small place for a long time & thus the metaphor would make sense when speaking of the city where so many people live side beside & on top of one another, without a moment of silence to your day, without a breath of the privacy which comes when you move out to the burbs or the countryside--- but a suffocation is bred by space as well, when the city mouse makes their way out of the concrete jungle for whatever reason & when the sounds go away & the plethora of conveniences that come with a metropolitan area drift away, all in an exchange for distance from everything & everyone, where privacy is what reigns so heavy that the physical embodiment of silence itself is thrust upon you whether you like it or not--- and it can make the once socially active cave in on themselves and it can make the once boisterous & beautiful conversationalist close up forever, as if their lips had been clamped shut with a lock, with the key thrown out behind the house into a still pond, where it sinks so deep to the bottom, never to be found.