I kind of like leaving these blank
I've become fascinated by silence.
I went into the library today. It's always quiet, but it's empitness made it absolutely silent. All the students gone, it was me and about two librarians.
Somehow this gradient change was fascinating. There's so much background noise in a library; the sound of footsteps, the rustle of pages. Somehow it's emptiness produced a much more prodigiuous silence.
More than that of abandoned buildings. This is a building with life and use, but entirely silent and empty.
I could make analogies, but they're all angsty and depressing, and life is just too good for that.
Even at a DISTANCE, it has this much of an effect. Whoda thunk?
Peace
I went into the library today. It's always quiet, but it's empitness made it absolutely silent. All the students gone, it was me and about two librarians.
Somehow this gradient change was fascinating. There's so much background noise in a library; the sound of footsteps, the rustle of pages. Somehow it's emptiness produced a much more prodigiuous silence.
More than that of abandoned buildings. This is a building with life and use, but entirely silent and empty.
I could make analogies, but they're all angsty and depressing, and life is just too good for that.
Even at a DISTANCE, it has this much of an effect. Whoda thunk?
Peace