I vividly remember, from when I was growing up, the feeling of returning home each summer at sleepaway camp to a bedroom all my own – the sense of vague uneasiness in a space so quiet, so unsharedly still. I felt a twinge of that again this morning, after dropping my colleague Yoav at the airport and returning to our LA corporate housing. For the first time in a month and a half, I had the place all to myself – with my colleagues off at various film festivals, I’m no longer sharing the apartment, the car, nor our workplace. And while the silence is a bit odd, it’s also deeply relaxing. I can lose myself in daydreaming. I can once again hear myself think.