In the grand theater of absence, silence plays the lead role. It's a performer who forgets its lines and substitutes them with whispers woven from sunlight and shadows.
Take a moment to appreciate the undervalued art of silence. A whisper once told me, "Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver." And who am I to argue with the currency of quiet?
Did you know that when you talk to silence, it talks back? But its response is often unheard and unrecorded. Much like that time you ordered a salad expecting a cheeseburger, it remains a misunderstanding in the language of the universe.
In the absence of sound, we invent our own. Step on a twig, and voila! You've composed a symphony of snapping wood and startled squirrels.